Evil Editor glanced through the stiff handwriting of the sheet in front of him. "I've been reading through your description of your marriage and I have to admit, it needs work."
Georgette and Samuel sat stiffly on the edge of the chestnut brown couch, staring at the floor. Neither of them spoke.
Evil Editor leaned back in his leather swivel chair and placed his feet upon his desk. For a moment, the only sound was the soft tapping of his blunt-cut fingernails against the cream leather of the armrest. He could wait.
Finally Georgette burst out in tears. Samuel watched her helplessly for a moment and then reached and began patting the back of her shoulder, rather like he was trying to burp her, thought Evil Editor. "There, there," said Samuel. Georgette took a deep, shuddering breath and turned her tear-filled eyes to her husband.
"Get your hands off me," she hissed. Samuel jumped back, hands raised in placation. She resumed her sobs without further interference.
Evil Editor drummed his fingers. After a few minutes, he cleared his throat and glanced at his watch. Georgette pulled a handkerchief out of her bag and blew her nose with a loud snort.
"I feel better now," she said with a watery smile at Evil Editor.
"Good." He sat up and picked up the paperwork on his desk, brushing off the heel mark he'd left on the top sheet. "Can we carry on?"
The couple looked up at him, nodding.
"So, in 1969, Samuel moved to Marrakesh with a - you wrote "tramp" here, Georgette. It's better to be specific. She was an ex-Rolling Stones groupie, is that right?"
Georgette wailed again.
Evil Editor rubbed his forehead. He was sure that they could succeed if only they would both listen to him. "You've spent over fifty years fighting each other - half a century! - you must see the potential there!"
Samuel looked up at him, hopeful. "Do you really think we can save our marriage?"
"Marriage?" Evil Editor laughed and shook the papers at him. "The marriage is clearly a write-off. But your notes - we could revise these into a memoir that will get you onto the Oprah show for sure!"
--Sylvia
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One or two little tramps and the marriage is off? What's the world coming to?
--Bill H.
He was sure that they could succeed if only they would both listen to him. "You've spent over fifty years fighting each other - half a century! - you must see the potential there!"
Sylvia - this was a hoot!
And we can't be having half a century of fussing, going to waste. In the pretend words of said Stones tramp, that would be a bummer, man.
I knew the instant I saw this
"I've been reading through your description of your marriage and I have to admit, it needs work."
And I cheered EE on...
Ooooooooh! I can't wait till the sequal when we get to watch sam and george fight over the proceeds!
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