Saturday, August 14, 2010
Saturday Centus#15 Going Fishing
Our neighborhood took a jolt to residential complacency when Dilworth and Sarah moved in. Delightful people and thoughtful neighbors normally, once in a while Dilworth went on a harmless bender we all tolerated.
It was near dawn one morning when I heard Sarah’s voice and Dilworth’s slurring nonsense. I slipped out of bed and opened the front door to see Dilworth clad in his Mickey Mouse underwear and dumping Sarah’s prize goldfish into my bird bath.
“Idiot, come home,” niggled Sarah from her lawn.
“Not before this old gal gets some purty in this dang dinky pond,”
I listened to them from my perch on the top step and didn't know whether to laugh or to cry...