The Silent Partner

“He’s a man who doesn’t talk very much…”

Maisie knew it when she met him, but she thought she could get him chatting, sooner or later. She danced on the coffee table. Put strawberry jam smiley faces on the toast and little straw hats on his boiled eggs.

Biff just looked at her.

Then she tried doing some more overtly annoying things. She glazed all his dinners with aspic. She didn’t bleach his white shirts. Maybe she even put a little green and red washcloth in with the white shirts, and told him the shirts were tinted in honor of Christmas – in July.

And now Biff’s eyes were accusing her again. Accusing her of not using Drano. Of clogging up the drains with pancake makeup residue, Marcelled strands of hair, and goodness knows what else.

And he stomped off to work.

He’s just going to have to talk to me one of these days, Maisie remarked to the can of Drano. And then she decided just what to do….

From Graphic Design TJS Labs.

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