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"I think your brains fell out First you tell me you want me to be your pallbearer and now you like Steve Lucas Oy Vey!"

"Yeah, so?" she asked

"If I had a thing for Steve Lucas I'd need a pallbearer too, because I'd jump out a "

"Is that so?" Shannie put her pencil down

"That's so" I answered watching Shannie stand and stretch I admired her breast developht She walked pastdoor's reflection "Would you like anything? - to drink!"

"I'm fine," I blushed as she disappeared into the house I peeked at her sketch An ornate casket rested on the shoulders of the pallbearers ere dressed in black tuxedos, their faces somber and colorless, their hair slicked back

"What's up with the dooloom?" I asked when she returned to the deck

"Wait and see"

"Your Grandfather has flipped,"late every Sunday night Doesn't he realize people work Mondays?"

"You don't work," I re after slobs It ain't a vacation" In her convoluted way, bitching was a coain Plans were in the works for her to fly to California when the phone rang earlier than normal one Sunday

I rushed to answer the phone "Mrs Morrison Mary Morrison please," an indifferent voice droned

"Morandfather

"Who is it?" she took the phone froed my shoulders

I was about to sit and watch TV when I heard a loud thump The noise woke my father who napped on the couch "What the hell was that?" he asked

"Mo into the kitchen "Mrs Morrison, are you Okay? Can you hear me?' the saleset up," my father bemoaned as he shuffled into the kitchen

"I think she passed out," I said into the phone

"Is this Mrs Morrison's daughter?" the voice asked

"No!" I snapped "It's her son!"

"Sorry Listen, is your lass of water on mother's face