“Well, different folks have got different strokes. Two’s a trip some couples need to take. If you’re listening up, Charlene, honey, don’t get any ideas in that gorgeous head of yours. Two for tea, tea for two is great lyrics for a song. As a lifestyle, it needs work.”
Rain went straight up the wall. “You can go and ram …” “You can go and ram your advice to Charlene, who probably doesn’t exist, right? I mean, what girl in her right mind would want an inner eyelid for a squeeze? You can ram your advice up your asshole, asshole.”
The sky over Backwater was growing darker by the minute. I was beginning to wonder if my second wedding would be called on account of rain when Shirley clambered onto the first crossbeam of the carillon tow
