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Show 18, Jeffries, Islamorada "You're flippant and irresponsible. And your father and I, we've been thinking about. . .we're going to change our will." Oh no you can't. Can't do this to the beloved firstborn. . . He'd been the prototype of an only child. War baby, wanted so, getting bigger and bigger and wanted, like those babies in the Pampers commercial, carried, smug in that sedan-chair existence and then born, bitter face raging in the bloody circumcision, but that was okay, and early he lay listening to the radio: progress made against an attack of Germans, giving for science to halt the deadly germs, roots, he'd diagnosed, and form changes, and it was okay to make a mistake, they'd muddled him enough with the information about a paper moon over the cardboard sea, he'd look out the window and wonder. The darling red-haired Mommy works at her painting and that's good enough for me. Night and day you are the one. Dad or Granddad will vou kill this other daddy that is here from the war. Looks like a killer when the shadows fall and if he makes Mommy moan like that again we'll show him what killing is. This comedian--is he a German or what--comes into the nursery with that gas mask on! |