eating ice cream and probing my memories. She asked after Brian and I gave her the latest news. Told her we had dinner with the folks and she laughed. "How's that sister of yours?"
Maricel laughed, too. "Fine, she thinks I'm a mail-order prostitute."
"I'll bet she'll have a candlelight vigil for you." Ellen said. "She-who-you-don't-say-the-name-of is pretty ticked at you."
I didn't bother to correct her. "What else is new?"
"Says she's gonna sue you." Ellen grinned.
"For preventing a breaking and entering?" I suggested.
"For stealing her granny's earrings." She said.
"I thought I was the one who took them." Maricel said.
"I'd be patting down Brian if it was me." Ellen said.
"Yeah, sue him." I said. "You'll get a huge percentage of less than nothing."
"You don't have her damn earrings tucked away somewhere, do you?" Ellen asked.
"I don't steal frickin' earrings." I said. "Just souls, Ellie Mae."
"Is there some place she might have put them?" She suggested.
"Screw her." I said. "Let her get married without them at her fabulous destination wedding."
"It would be an easy way to shut her up and get her off your back." Ellen said. "Cause she's nuts, Hon. You never seemed to see it, but she's nuts."
"Am I nuts?" Maricel asked.
"Well, you're living with him." Ellen said.
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