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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 38 of 307 anything, " but I had come to expect breakage with their visits to my playroom. I had, in fact, created it to lure them upstairs away from my book cases and fishtank. The first edition Bukowski had not fallen into Clumsy's home. I carefully picked it from the shelf and moved it to the other end. I had many books that might actually improve from a dip in the pool but that particular* piece of Bukowski was signed and had a little original drawing by the master himself, it also contained a funny and very rare silk screen image. I was not worried that Kayla would ask me about the book even though any one of its poems would have sent her into cardiac arrest. It was a tested and proven fact that Kayla hated books so much she couldn't even see them. While I carefully hid anything in my kitchen that would violate the Word of Wisdom, I could keep my literature out in full view because neither Jayden Allred, my cousin and Kayla's hard working husband, nor Kayla herself, had any interest in actually opening a book. I once dutifully created a Halloween costume that turned me into a five foot ten inch tall copy of Mockingbird Wish Me Luck. I painted it so that it was an exact duplicate of the actual tome, if only huge. I had to walk like a geisha girl all night long. • Kayla stood in front of me. It was clear I was a huge, human • sized copy of a book called Mockingbird Wish Me Luck. She asked me what I was supposed to be. I said the Invisible Man. |