I am coming
I ALREADY TOLD you,
Now, STOP TALKING to ME,
Arlene wished she had one
of the old fashioned phones,
which she could have slammed down.
Unfortunately, all she could do
was squinch up her mouth in a
grimmace, while she clicked
her cell phone closed. She
ran her long fingernails through
her newly frosted, and tinted hair.
It wasn't unusual for her to
hang up on her sister, particularly
lately. She was just getting so
sick and TIRED of Beth trying
to CONVERT her! Ech! What
had she: gone MESHUGUNAH?
Arlene rolled her eyes with sarcasm,
and sighed. Goodness; ever since
Beth's divorce, her sister had
gotten involved with these
weird CHRISTIANS......who wanted
nothing but to CONVERT her
into being a little JESUS freak.
Thank God their mother wasn't
living anymore! Arlene chuckled; she could
imagine poor Mom turning over
in her Jewish cementary, right NOW.
"Why does she keep trying to,
Don't I have ENOUGH
worries on my plate, right
Thinking, again, of Sam's business
teeter-tottering on the brink of
bankcruptcy, and her own woeful
realestate business, Arlene shook
her coiffeured hair, and sighed
deeply. It was really a shame;
other women had sisters with whom
they could kibbitz with, and go
she was not so dearly blessed.
Beth had......(sigh!) been such
a disappointment to the family.....
ever since her college days, really.
First, her miserable 'career'
history, then her utter failure
of a way-too-long, childless marriage
....which ended with her adulterous husband
happily dragging their beautifully
made queen-sized canopy bed,
on his way out their king-sized
door...........and, now THIS! Did
she really have to pour SALT on
all her wounds with this ridiculous
attachment to those GOYEM? She
had MARRIED one of them; certainly
NOTHING good had come out
of THAT liason: except, perhaps....
Arlene laughed to herself,
shook her head again,
sitting down at the neat little
desk by her study window. It
was really such a beautifully
clear autumn morning;
she had purposedly gotten up
very early, to go over
some of their (sigh!) diminishing
accounts. She was just working
on her second cup of coffee, and
the files on her desktop, when BETH
had called........and SPOILED any of
the relaxation she had felt since
Goodness. What WAS her
sister's PROBLEM? Couldn't
she just be like everybody
ELSE, and find some OTHER
miserable marriage to get
INTO? For heaven's SAKES!
You wouldn't BELIEVE the
conversation I just had
with my SISTER!
You really WOULDN'T!
I'm almost EMBARRASSED
to TALK about it!
Yes......yes, I know......
our BROTHER just pretends
she doesn't EXIST. I think
he's much HAPPIER, that way!"
Sure! What time did you
want to MEET?"
Arlene was still holding the
cell phone in her slim fingers,
when it happened. She remembered,
later, that she could still smell the
chemicals of her manicure from
the day before. It wasn't an
altogether unpleasant smell;
it reminded her of spending a
relaxing afternoon at the salon,
having her hair done and chatting
pleasantly with the nail girl,
and the other women at the shop.
Suddenly, something, or someONE,
crashed into the wooden gate of
her front yard; it sent some
rather unsettling vibrations
throughout the large house, and
floorboards. Arlene immediately
dropped her cell phone, and still hearing
Tonya's mechanical-sounding voice,
grabbed onto the frame of
her little desk.
(A far-away sounding voice
came from under the desk.)
Bumping her head on the
underside of her desk, Arlene
bent over to pick up the cell phone.
I think.....some DRUNK
just CRASHED into our HOUSE!
No.....no, I'm alright.....I guess.....
goodness, I.....I better call 911.....
oh, WOULD YOU? THANKS!
YES! YES! I better go see
what's going on......no, no......
I'll be alright......it's broad
lying there, out COLD......yes!
I KNOW! I better hang up.....
oh, THANK YOU, Tonya!
Arlene found that she
had to steady herself,
before getting up of the
chair. For a moment, the
room spun......but, just a little.
She tightened her grip on her
cell phone, while she pulled
on the long sash of her bathrobe.
For a moment, she thought about
going upstairs and throwing
something on, but, no; there
wasn't TIME! The police would
be here, any MOMENT! Besides.....
it was her longer robe, and she
had pajamas on, underneath!
Goodness, she was sure that
police had seen people in their
to be continued
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