Martin & Harriet - Mothers-in-Law
That breakfast smells
like heaven, Harriet. You
always could make bacon perfectly.
Not everyone can, you know.
How would you know,
Martin? We were married
when we turned eighteen. All you have was my bacon and the occasional breakfast
True, but I know Mother
couldnít make bacon, worth a damn.
It was always so over done.
Hardly worth trying to eat.
I donít like char with my morning coffee.
Your mother never could
cook worth a damn, Martin. Remember
her turkey a few years back , on Christmas?
The one she said didnít come with the giblets?
What a smell! Burning
paper and turkey innardsÖ.a really appetizing aroma.
I will never forget the
look on her face when Dad asked for more.
He has the constitution of an ox to this day.
Your dad is a wonderful
man, Martin. He misses you. Your mother on the other hand, is probably burning in hell
for her torment of me our first ten years.
Unless of course youíve seen her
around in your cosmic travels.
I told you Harriet, I
donít have any memory or knowledge of anything but hanging around
So you say.
You probably have afternoon tea daily with Rose.
Say hello for me, would you.
God youíre thick, Harriet.
Yes, I suppose so.
I could see why you wouldnít have run into her.
Sheís probably busy boring Satan to his cloven hoofs.
That woman could ramble. Thank
god you didnít pick up that habit from her.
Iíd have killed you sooner.
Did you kill me, Dear?
Donít be an ass,
Darling. Whoíd have
helped me move the body? Now
your mother, might have been a different story.
Donít even touch that
one, Harriet. Sheís
likely listening in.
Yes, youíre right.
She was a nosy one. Nothing
She had some nice
qualities, too. You have to admit.
Iíll admit nothing.
That woman drove me crazy. Nothing
I did was right.
Yes I suppose she
really leaned on you. I
should have done more to keep her distant.
That might have
helped. But itís all water under the bridge now anyway.
Harriet, Iím sorry
for that. For not straightening Mother out early in our marriage.
Itís ok Darling.
Youíve made up for it by dying young.
You remind me of my
Iím calling the exorcist this afternoon.
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