She looks very much like her mother and, naturally, she's also a high-kicking High Hat.She looks very much like her mother and, naturally, she's also a high-kicking High Hat. About ten months ago, it dawned on me that I hadn't seen SWAT's pickup in the driveway lately. The Old Kraut across the street told me Carol had thrown him out of the house, cause unknown, a week or so earlier. I looked closely the next couple of times I saw Carol working in her yard. She didn't seem noticeably broken up about the break-up and I got the usual smile and wave. Interesting fantasy material. My job requires me to work a couple Saturdays a month, which means -- since the firm is not about to shell out for overtime -- that I can take a comp day during the week. And, since I'm not a weekend sports nut and I'm not dating with any enthusiasm, I look forward to those weekdays off. I can watch daytime television in my shorts, I can take in an early matinee at the mall multiplex and have the theater almost completely to myself, I can go shopping in the middle of the day and not have to fight the crowds. No skateboarding twelve-year-olds, no teenage drivers playing Bumper Cars in the parking lots. Carol went back to work after ditching SWAT, partly because she undoubtedly needed the money, and maybe just to get out of the house. |