What Was It She Said?

Are they in there? No one really knows. There’s a lot of speculation.

And we hear sounds from time to time. But of course there are things

living in the walls and they make noise. The trumpet, the violin.

They’ve been gone a long time. How long does it generally take?

Five minutes? A decade? I remember something one of them said.

It was about socks left on the floor. Or maybe it was pancakes.

Since they left, my memory plays funny tricks. I wonder if we

painted the walls a different color they’d come back. Or bought

some furniture that didn’t cause pain. Was it something we said?

Maybe if there’d been more music, or if it hadn’t been

so loud. Probably some dancing would have been good

once in a while. And flowers couldn’t have hurt. My

best ideas usually come too late. And really, when you

think about it, what’s really wrong with going out to eat.

In some ways it’s a parable, which I hate. We’re always

waiting for someone to come back, even when they’re

standing right in front of us. Maybe that’s the mistake.

Is there a home game tonight?

 

Done