When she came home, she opened a box and took out a big loopy thing. Then she got inside it and started wiggling, right in the middle of the living room and with the curtains open too.
Look at me, Marley, she said. I can hula hoop. Oh, no I can't. Oh, yes I can... Oh bother....
And so on as the thing kept clumping to the floor and she kept picking it up and doing more wiggling. Sometimes, it's difficult to tear your gaze away from the most horrible sights.
There's probably an untapped market for this kind of performance, she continued. I could become a star of the silver screen...
I went back to bed.
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