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Giving Shit

By eight o'clock Edward Julian Watson had slept off his plane ride and he had watched The Facts of Life. When 227 started, Edward Julian Watson decided he did not want to sit at home for the night.
No, not at all, he thought.
He drove his blue Datsun over to Maple Street and called on Becki.
The negro woman, who owned the house, opened the door and said, "No visitors allowed upstairs after nine pee emm." She went upstairs herself to inform Becki of her visitor, raising her green skirts and leaving the door closed on Edward Julian Watson.

"It is going to be hot tomorrow." Edward Julian Watson made small talk with Becki.
But he was thinking of other things. Like about the lunch he was having with his mother the next day. And how much he did not want to go.
And Becki was sitting on the porch next to him just sighing. "Edward...I tell you all the time I avoid weather reports, so I can wake-up each day surprised. Why do you insist on telling me this news all the time?"
And although he did not care for the tone in Becki's voice, he asked her anyway," Would you like to come to lunch with Mother and I again tomorrow?"
"Alright," Becki said, "but can we go get coffee now?"
Edward Julian Watson was suddenly tired again. He looked up to the night sky. He thought the clouds surrounding the half moon looked like a witch and her one eye.
He sighed. "All right."

"You remember Becki, Mother." Edward Julian Watson let Becki slide into the booth first.
Becki rolled her eyes at Ms. Watson. "Lillian, I have brought you a book. I think you will like it."
And Becki did an almost-fantastic job of keeping Edward Julian Watson's mother occupied. That is, until they were waiting for the bill. His mother suddenly turned on him. "Edward, you were joking about selling the television business, I would assume?"
"No, Mother. I am not joking."
"This is just another ridiculous idea-"
"Mother, you have no say in the matter-"
"I have plenty of say. My money is what got you started in the television business. And a lot of it."
"I do not recall you signing anything." Edward Julian Watson was almost sneering at his mother.
"Just your life insurance policies, do not forget those, Edward." Lillian replied.



Comments

The Juicer said…
A blog with a differece.

Very cool :)
mig bardsley said…
It sounds as though Edward Julien needs to look out!
Queenie said…
You will need to yell it louder, if you want him to pay attention.
:)

Q

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