“So my mom texted and asked me to check in on my dad.”
“Oh oh. Everything alright?”
“Well, yeah. You know. It’s my dad. So… She was just looking for a second opinion, I guess.”
“They back together now?”
“God no. That’s never going to happen, M. They’ve got a perfectly good arrangement. They like each other. Just can’t live under the same roof. You know. Their houses are just down the street from each other.” Continue reading
“What’re thoughts on this Elon Musk fella, Barnaby? Do you know who I’m talking about?”
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“Do you think they laughed at Hitler, Barnaby?”
Cecil and I, at our regular huddle over swish porridge, more risotto in Cecil’s case, discussing current events. A couple days after the former president’s indictment and charges under the Espionage Act over all the classified and Top Secret documents stashed away throughout his gilded empire including, tongues have wagged, buried with his ex-wife on his New Jersey golf club. Or maybe that was just about the tax breaks. Continue reading