She Thinks Juan is my Gay Lover
My aunt yells at me through a stuck window of her third floor apartment while I wait for a taxi. What a fruitcake. Or is that fruitcakette? She thinks I’m having an affair with “that yellow skinned Spanish guy.” He’s not my lover, nor Spanish. He’s the psychiatrist I’m hoping will sign her commitment papers. (55 words)
Delightfully wicked, but entirely justified. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a great little story! MOST enjoyable Jim. :) Susan Miller
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jayne and Susan.
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