It is Wednesday story day again. Last week we left poor Charlotte listening to the book My Struggles as read aloud by Bob. She was attempting to provide some constructive criticism and suggested Bob would not remember details from being an infant. Bob said he recalled elements of his infancy. Charlotte then opined aloud that she needed a drink, and it wasn’t the water that Bob was offering. Let’s go back to the pair and see if Charlotte has regained her composure.
“Thank you, Bob, but the water was not what I had in mind.”
“Oh, I see you would like something stronger.”
“Yes, Bob. Given the degree of difficulty with this project I think I could use something stronger.”
“I have a flask if you would care for a nip.”
“My goodness no. I was thinking of some coffee.”
“There is a shop next door. I’ll run and get us some.”
“What a lovely thought Bob. I would like some coffee.”
“I’ll be right back. I’ll get the coffee black and bring cream and sugar.”
“I like Splenda as well as half and half.”
“You got it. I’ll be right back.”
“Take your time. I need to make a phone call.”
“Hello.”
“Hello, Melissa this is Charlotte.”
“Ah yes. How are you dear?”
“Don’t dear me Melissa. Bob is a mess.”
“Whatever do you mean a mess?”
“He thinks he can remember his birth.”
“Oh, but sweetie he can.”
“What? You can’t be serious?”
“He has a remarkable memory. He remembers things I have long forgotten.”
“But being put into a sink at birth?”
“Like I said he remembers.”
“I’m not sure I can continue with this assignment.”
“No? Why not?”
“I don’t think Bob is going to correct any of the mistakes in his manuscript.”
“Yeah, so?”
“It’s going to be a piece of junk. Everyone will laugh at him.”
“Don’t you think they already do?”
“Um, I suppose.”
“So what’s the harm? Just get the thing published and who will care?”
“I guess I will.”
“You don’t count. Goodbye.”
“Oh. My gosh.”
