“I wanted the time alone. Besides, it doesn't really matter, does it?” I answered with a question.
“Bart, you don't have to deal with everything alone. This whole ‘solitary man’ act is getting old fast,” she scolded.
I started singing, “Melinda was mine, ‘Til the time that I found her
“Holding Jim, loving him, Then Sue came along loved me strong”
She screeched, “Bart!” smacking me, but I’d kept on singing and backing away.
“Don't know that I will, but until I can find me
“The girl who'll stay and won't play games behind me
“I'll be what I am, a solitary man, solitary man”
The entire time she’d kept trying to hit me and get me to shut up, finally trying to run, singing the entire time as she gave chase. I slipped and stumbled a bit, and while I could have caught myself, I chose not
