…if you smile at Cleveland stay the hell out of Chicago…you might laugh yourself to death…
Monroe D. Underwood
It was well after three in the morning.
I was trying to get my wind back.
I said Brandy you could wipe out the whole damn Light Brigade.
Brandy said once more unto the breach dear friend?
I said not just yet kiddo.
Brandy’s laugh was soft in the darkness.
She stroked my chest.
She said Purdue who’s the best woman you’ve ever been in bed with?
I shrugged.
I said probably a girl who was training to be a missionary.
Brandy said I don’t mean that kind of best.
She said I’m talking about performance only.
I shrugged.
I said either Betsy or you.
I said you’re both incredible.
I said you’re probably a little more incredible than Betsy.
I said at least right now.
Brandy said do you miss Betsy?
I said not when I’m with you.
Brandy said do you ever miss me?
I said not when I’m with Betsy.
Brandy said the team at bat always wins?
I shrugged.
I said something like that.
Brandy said Purdue you’d make a rotten umpire.
I said why bother?
I said I’m already a rotten private detective.
After a long time Brandy said Purdue?
I said yeah?
Brandy said tell me about the girl who was training to be a missionary.
I shrugged.
I said there isn’t much to tell.
Brandy said did she become a missionary?
I said not for long.
Brandy said why?
I said she quit.
Brandy said did she like sex that well?
I said sex had nothing to do with it.
I said they sent her to Cleveland.
Brandy said oh dear God in Heaven.
I said that’s what she said.