Sunday, February 24, 2013

What can I do for ya

  We have come to know it as the house of doors? All day long, doors are slammed, but no voices are ever heard? It was as if the residents went from room to room, closing doors behind them? Perhaps it was just privacy they sought, and to get away from the others? Curios behavior? Well, we just don't know?
  She sat in the office reading, and trying to study, when the office door burst open! Startled by the intrusion, she tried to focus on the intruder? And as he came into focus, she had one last thought? Damn she thought, I'm still in the third chapter of Genisis, how am' I ever going to get through all of this? Yes Greg, she said. What can I do for ya?
  John looked only to avoid confrontation, and so he remained in the living room, staring stupidly at the television? In the other room, there erupted the noise of much activity? The commerce of it, his expected tasks, who knows? But something made him get up from his chair, and move toward the disturbance? It came from the bedroom, but the bedroom door was closed?
  Weeping willows of music fell all around him, and the music rose to a cacophony of pleasure! What? Oh, OK!

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