"What about Ethel Sueann?" Betty inquired.
"Sorry," I said, shaking my head.
"Just thinking out loud."
"How do you know my aunt?"
'Ethel Sueann is your aunt?'
"Ethel Sueann is your aunt?"
Betty nodded.
"Yes, by marriage. She married my Dad's brother."
I was intrigued.
"I am intrigued," I said aloud, as I began to sit down in the chair next to me.
"NO," Betty yelled.
No, what?
No, I am not intrigued?
No, Ethel Sueann is not her aunt?
No, I cannot sit down?
No, she doesn't know how they got the caramilk in the Cadbury Caramilk bar?
She reached behind me and picked up something from the chair.
"You almost sat on Rupert Robert."
The rat.
She held it up, just inches from my face.
"Say hello to Rupert Robert."
"Its a rat," I said nonchalantly.
She covered his ears.
"Shhhhh. Do you want to hurt his feelings?"
"Ahhhhhh. No?"
"Rupert Robert is very sensitive about his nationality."
Okay, it is official.
Betty Boopkininsky, should be Betty Bonkers.
She looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and flipped me the finger again as she pushed her glasses back.
"I know you probably think I am a little crazy."
I shook my head.
'A little? No.'
"Not at all."
She turned away and put Rupert Robert on the desk.
"It gets very lonely here. This is all I have in my life. A woman my age doesn't have much to look forward to."
I knew I shouldn't ask, but ...
What the hell.
"How old are you?"
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Home Sweet Home
HumorKrall Jones cannot believe his luck when Warren Whitesnake sells him Curtainbach Manor for just $20,000. The big old house had a few creaks and moans, but Krall loved it. It also had a few ghosts, a talking crow, a talking rat , dead Indian tribe, a...
