"I use all my
CREATIVITY...
to write those
little Christmas
noshes....and,
nobody reads THEM!"
[PATIENT SILENCE.]
"Uh, UH!
I'm getting more
CLICKS...
on the stupid thing,
I wrote about
my ex-HUSBAND!"
[PATIENT NOD.]
[TURN GAZE TO ANOTHER
SIDE OF THE WORLD.]
[LISTEN TO A
SWEET-TEMPERED CHILD
IN HER CHURCH, PRACTICING
A BEAUTIFUL SOLO
FOR AN UPCOMING NEW YEAR'S SERVICE.]
[GAZE BACK AT THE
WHINY, KVETCHY CHILD.]
[PATIENT SIGH.]
"Ya know what I THINK
it is, LORD?"
"What,
My precious."
"Morbid CURIOSITY!"
[PATIENT SILENCE.]
"For SURE!"
[PATIENT VOICE.]
"So,
delete it,
Mein kin'der."
"WHY?
Why SHOULD I?"
(Squirm.)
"I was HAVING
a BAD MOMENT!
SO? I'm allowed
to VENT!"
(Point puny finger
up at the ceiling.)
"HEY! I BET
THERE'S A LOTTA
PEOPLE OUT THERE
WHO KNOW HOW
I FEEL!"
[FROWN.]
[GLANCE OVER
AT HIS RIGHT.]
[SIGH.]
[QUIET MURMURING
FROM THE RIGHT
THRONE.]
[RUMBLING MURMUR OF AN ANSWER BACK,
FROM THE LEFT SIDE.]
[GENTLE CHUCKLE FROM
THE RIGHT SIDE.]
(Suspicious squint
up at the ceiling.)
(Lean forward,
trying to hear.)
"HEY!"
(Glare at the window rod.)
WHAT'S goin'
ON, up THERE,
LORD?"
[SMILE!]
"Just some
kibbitzing,
My precious."
(Cranky nod.)
(One moment of silence.)
(Thoughtful squint.)
"HOW did Ya know,
what 'DELETE',
MEANT?"
"It is a
Mystery,
My child."
"Yeah;
OKAY."
[LOVING GAZE.]
"HEY......LORD?"
"Yes,
Mein kin'der."
"Can YOU HELP
me....write a
MYSTERY?"
"I am,
child.
I
AM."
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