Miscellaneous Street - The Soap Opera
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Jenee's brain momentarily freezes up. She has no idea what to think. Is this a good thing? Is this a bad thing? This is completely out of the blue - and, yet, it isn't. She's known most of her adult life how to keep that balance - the balance between a monogamous "Tuesday Night Guy" and an unwanted puppy.
And, yet, look at him. So cute with his twenty year old self. Is it really fair to lock him up in a lifetime relationship with an old woman - ok, maybe not so old, but certainly older than he. I mean, he has his whole life ahead of him - a life to fall in love and get married and have that theoretical middle class, suburban life with a big house, a picket fence, and a two car garage (she cringes at the thought - to each his own, she shrugs).
Then again, if she releases him from this spell, he will just go back to his old ways, reigning terror upon all and sundry. She must think of the children. Perhaps..., with the herbal medicine from that hairy hippie next door, she could get through the next 20 or 30 years ... and ..., he is so very good at ... {she smiles at a particularly good memory}
Suddenly, the noise of the street comes back to her and she realizes everyone is looking on in anticipation ...
*** WE INTERRUPT THIS POST WITH A NOT SO IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT. JENEE IS OUT OF COFFEE AND WILL RETURN SHORTLY WITH A FULL CUP ***
It works fabulously for me, my dear. Given we are close neighbours, could I invite you for a glass of wine and some pleasant conversation about art? Maybe you would be also interested in seeing my replica of Canova's Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss, which may or may not be the original, stolen by my grandfather from the Louvre...
Daniel looks up at Jenee. It feels like he's been on his knee now for 16 hours...he gazes into her eyes, and awaits the one word that will either make him, or destroy him...
...all is silent on Misc Street, the tension almost unbearable...
...all is silent on Misc Street, the tension almost unbearable...
There follows a loud crash as Deranged Nasat knocks over the garbage cans, cursing loudly. He rummages through it and finds a three-day old newspaper. Satisfied, he wanders across and through the scene, trailing rubbish behind him, coughing and spluttering.
I was married once, y'know. Then the GOV'MENT said it didn't count 'cause of not a legal ceremony by recognized whatsit. Bugrit. GOV'MENT mumble mumble. I was married once y'know.
Thank you, a glass of wine together would be lovely.
I should warn you, just in case you haven't noticed, that my German Shepherd Dog accompanies me everywhere (and since he's certified as a service dog, I do mean everywhere). Don't worry, he's extremely well behaved. He doesn't drink wine, of course, but he will appreciate a nice bowl of water.
Hippy Lady watches the drama between Jenee and Daniel unfold from a distance. How long was that woman going to leave the boy kneeling on the pavement? He must have lost all feeling in that leg hours ago. She contemplates approaching Daniel with the package of Happy Cigarettes she made for him as a payoff for him not revealing her sordid past to her new neighbours. If he was going to marry that woman perhaps he'd leave her alone. She turns around and walks back home. There were still 3 children to find and a nutloaf to bake.
It's Sunday. I'm in slo mo.
No problem at all, my dear, given you can keep him from peeing on the priceless statues... (shivers uncontrollably). Also, I'm sure he will be fast friends with Venere and Minerva, my twin Abyssinian cats.
So... shall we make a toast? Alla salute?
How did I never notice this thread before? 
You realise your flat above the cafe is not that soundproof, even with the windows shut, don't you?
Good gracious, woman, you want Daniel to do WHAT WHERE!?
Well where would you put it? Besides, putting it there, while he's doing that thing ... {sigh} ...
... I'm sorry. What were you saying?
Alla salute! The wine is delicious. Is it from the Picard winery?
Beautiful kitties. W/ all this lovely art around, you must have to trim their claws very regularly. And see how gentle Worf is w/ them. I usually tell people he's a GSD; since he looks like one, it makes life easier. But I'll bet you've already guessed the truth: he's a pure-bred KSD.
You realise your flat above the cafe is not that soundproof, even with the windows shut, don't you?
Good gracious, woman, you want Daniel to do WHAT WHERE!?
Well where would you put it? Besides, putting it there, while he's doing that thing ... {sigh} ...
... I'm sorry. What were you saying?
Is(*gasp*)...is that...(*groan*)...a(*uhhhh*)...is that a...(*mmmmm*)...a "yes", Jenee?
Ugh. French poison. I don't allow that in my house. It's a Moscato d'Asti, from the hills near my family's estate. It's lovely place, especially in fall: you should visit it some times.
I dislike the idea of trimming the claws of my beloved feline companions. They are predators, hunters, killers. Clipping their natural weapons seems... disrespectful. I had them trained to use scratching posts and trees in the backyard to keep their claws clean and trimmed.
So, how is your job at the bookstore? I've heard the owner is a bit, shall we say, peculiar...
You realise your flat above the cafe is not that soundproof, even with the windows shut, don't you?
Good gracious, woman, you want Daniel to do WHAT WHERE!?
Well where would you put it? Besides, putting it there, while he's doing that thing ... {sigh} ...
... I'm sorry. What were you saying?
Is(*gasp*)...is that...(*groan*)...a(*uhhhh*)...is that a...(*mmmmm*)...a "yes", Jenee?
OOH!! No! Not there! Come forward just a bit.
We'll...talkHUH! about this...tomorrOH!...tomorrow...
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