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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Tuesday, July 6, 2021

Twin Eidolons - Chapter 8

  I had blocked my husband's number on my phone four days earlier, when I arrived at my mother's place. Apparently Mom hasn't. After a dozen or so chimes from the doorbell, Mom answers her phone the first time it rings.
  "What are you doing?" I yell at her agitated. "You know it's Daryl. Why would you answer?"
  "You know he isn't going to stop until we listen to what he has to say." Mom points out. "If he still sounds like an idiot, we'll send him away for good."
  "I don't know Mom." I say. "I'm a little confused about the whole situation. I don't want to talk to him right now."
  While my mother has a conversation with Daryl on her phone, I think about what I want to do. I think about how we were before inheriting the house and all that money. We were happy then. I hope we can be happy again.
  "Okay Mom. Let's hear what he has to say."
  Without saying goodbye, Mom hangs up her phone, goes to the front door and lets in Daryl and Minister Wilcox from the First Haitian Baptist Church. The church I have been trying to get my husband to go to since we've been married.
  As soon as Daryl sees me, he runs over, kneels down in front of me and tries to grab my hand. I refuse and pull away. He is stunned for a few seconds.
  "Darling. Honey. Please forgive me." he says. Then turns around to look at Wilcox. Looking back at me he says, "I've been talking to your Minister the last couple of days and he advises me not to make excuses for my past transgressions, but to say how I feel about you and how I will change for our family's happiness. I love you Rose. I truly do. I love that we are going to have a baby together and I love the life we had before this whole inheritance thing happened. I'm sorry I got caught up in that whole nonsense. If it would make you happy, let's forget about the money and the mansion and just go back the way we were. Please dear? I love you"
First Haitian Church of God of West Palm Beach, West Palm Beach, Florida
 This is,
Wondering If Daryl Has Truly Changed
Naw
What's The Fun In That :)
Jim Hauenstein
 
And,
 
“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”
- Friedrich Nietzsche -
 
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