…living with a woman ain’t so bad providing a man don’t make a habit of it…
Monroe D. Underwood
I drove back to Betsy’s place.
The moment I stepped out of my car Mary Bright’s Airedale broke loose.
I had to go all out to beat him to the door by a length.
Bonzo reared up on the glass.
His eyes were shining.
His tongue was hanging out.
He smiled at me.
So did Mary Bright.
I waved to Mary Bright.
She waved back.
Bonzo barked.
I went upstairs.
Betsy had left a note.
She was out on a call.
I sprawled on the couch and read a story in Eagles magazine.
“Death Birds of the Argonne Skies.”
After that I played a game of chess with myself.
Stalemate.
I watched part of the ball game on television.
The Cubs were getting massacred.
I ate a ham sandwich with horseradish mustard.
I drank two cans of beer.
It was very hot horseradish mustard.
I found my recording of Alte Kameraden.
It sounded great on Betsy’s big set.
I smoked a pack of cigarettes.
I fell asleep on the couch.
It had been an afternoon of utter debauchery.