On the night (s)he was betrayed... (March 2014) by Josh W.

On the night he/she was betrayed….

…he was trying to come up with a title for his memoir.  Ideas included “This Fastidious Life,” “Only Turtles Wash Themselves Like That,” and “Hands Off My Avocodos.”

…she remembered the importance of pretending that she didn’t care.

…he forgot to call his mother and tell her that he had reserved her a room at the hotel next door.

…she was wearing the pearl earrings that he gave her.

…he wished he had remembered his jacket, it was getting chilly.

…he said, “It would be best – for all involved – if we just lower our expectations.”

…she forgot to refill the ice cube trays.

…he had a funfetti cake in the oven.

…she was just beginning to think her troubles were behind her.

…he said, “I’ll give you something to cry about.”

…there was a turkey in the oven.

…she was humming the “Ducktales” theme song.

…he wished he hadn’t had that milk on such a hot day.

…she remembered that she had forgotten to file her taxes.

…he had passed the Dutchy one too many times.

…the moonlight on the canal was setting off a romantic glow.

…the upstairs neighbor was stomping around in her high-heels again, and it was becoming difficult to concentrate.

…the blueberries he snacked on earlier were beginning to manifest themselves again with a pungent odor.

…she wished that neighbor boy going at it on his drums would realize he’s no good and shut the hell up.

…he remarked, “Who’s paying for all this alcohol?  Because I sure ain’t.”