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Selene's sister sent her one of those chain emails.Once upon a time, a beautiful, self-assured princess happened upon a frog. He, of course, needed a kiss from her to resume his life as a prince. They would marry, move into her castle, and bring his mother. He would be forever grateful for all the work she did, housekeeping, bearing children, and keeping him happy.
That night the princess dined sumptuously on lightly sauteed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce. The princess laughed and thought, I don't f*&#^% think so.The sun nearly blinded Selene on the way to the office. She hit the brakes at the stop sign before turning right onto the boulevard. On the side of the road, a frog, hit by another car, kicked it's back legs. They don't give up easily, she thought. Poor thing. That reminded her that Henry Olden Powell, III,--he liked to be called 'Hopi'-- hadn't called for over a week. He'd sent an email saying he would be out of town, but would love to see her Kikki Eder paintings when he got back. That's lame. They are amazingly beautiful. Selene could take Hopi to the Fremont Gallery in South Pasadena to see Kikki's exhibit. (That's one of Kikki's paintings in the upper left corner. It's called "The View of Umbria Street") But first it is time for Selene to make up for lost time with Hopi. She decides she can rent a Playboy bunny 'maid' outfit and make, herself, a French rabbit dish with a New Orleans cream whiskey sauce. He'll like that.The last time she saw Hopi, they had a lot to drink and well, he didn't rise to the occasion when he wanted to. Selene didn't care, and she said he just needed to practice. It was a poor choice of words. He probably has gone to 'practice' with someone else already. Meantime, Selene bought more condoms. It's good to keep them in the house. She also decided to run a background check on Hopi to find out if there are any medical malpractice accusations against him and how good of a surgeon he is. Ooooh. And, she can find out who Henry Olden Powell, I and II were. As Selene drives down 9th Street the Los Angeles Harbor sparkles before her like the bjillion dollar city investment it is. Too bad the state of California is going broke. She can hear her sister say, "Just ask him about his family and business. You're snooping. It's not nice."That, would not be as much fun, my dearest sweet sister, Selene thought. And that's the truth. To some extent.to be continued...
That night the princess dined sumptuously on lightly sauteed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce. The princess laughed and thought, I don't f*&#^% think so.The sun nearly blinded Selene on the way to the office. She hit the brakes at the stop sign before turning right onto the boulevard. On the side of the road, a frog, hit by another car, kicked it's back legs. They don't give up easily, she thought. Poor thing. That reminded her that Henry Olden Powell, III,--he liked to be called 'Hopi'-- hadn't called for over a week. He'd sent an email saying he would be out of town, but would love to see her Kikki Eder paintings when he got back. That's lame. They are amazingly beautiful. Selene could take Hopi to the Fremont Gallery in South Pasadena to see Kikki's exhibit. (That's one of Kikki's paintings in the upper left corner. It's called "The View of Umbria Street") But first it is time for Selene to make up for lost time with Hopi. She decides she can rent a Playboy bunny 'maid' outfit and make, herself, a French rabbit dish with a New Orleans cream whiskey sauce. He'll like that.The last time she saw Hopi, they had a lot to drink and well, he didn't rise to the occasion when he wanted to. Selene didn't care, and she said he just needed to practice. It was a poor choice of words. He probably has gone to 'practice' with someone else already. Meantime, Selene bought more condoms. It's good to keep them in the house. She also decided to run a background check on Hopi to find out if there are any medical malpractice accusations against him and how good of a surgeon he is. Ooooh. And, she can find out who Henry Olden Powell, I and II were. As Selene drives down 9th Street the Los Angeles Harbor sparkles before her like the bjillion dollar city investment it is. Too bad the state of California is going broke. She can hear her sister say, "Just ask him about his family and business. You're snooping. It's not nice."That, would not be as much fun, my dearest sweet sister, Selene thought. And that's the truth. To some extent.to be continued...
1 comment:
Lisa, I must say playing a read along audio version of your post is fabulous. What a great idea!
Carma
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