the telephone rang
even before he got the receiver to his head
he could hear his daughter What’s up, Daddy-O!
Heya baby How are you
What’s shakin?
The usual You
I had a window of
opportunitytakin Shermie for a walk anthought maybe you’d like to join us.
With the hills all around your
place I think my walksittin on my ass will be a breeze to wha youll encounter on the hoof
Yaknow it!
laughter pealed from her
mouth into his ear
they usually spoke oncetwice a
week shared emauls spelled
correctly maul was apt texts bullshit about movies
music current eventshe steered wide of politickles unless it was too important
to let lay fallow
her relationships his her work his reading writing
So what you readinghow many?
Seveneight You
Picked up Vonnegut, Galapagos,
it’s time again, finally Fathoms, your recommendation.
Ohshit youll dig it
Don’t know how I can’t, you know
how many times you mentioned it to me while you read it?
I was obsessed
Yah. Perfect word for it.
You know how many times
No.
But you mentioned several times a call
and in texts, emails.
I didnt want you to miss out The last time I was so consumed was The
Matter of Everything . .
. . No. Lemme think . . consumed
by Debt, Dawn of Everything, book on pirates, the one writer, he certainly
captured your imagination.
Fuckin guy arranged Occupy Wall
Streetya remember that
I do not, but now that you
mention it it obsessed you too . .
. . Yah anwhile it was goin on I
kept wonder who the brain trust was tha organised it Turns out it was Graeber . .
. . That’s his name, how could he not catch your attention, grab her . .
he didnt miss tha
Not grab her
Grabber.
Not grabber
she burst out laughingwas having
too much fun
R A E G R A E brrr
like yare cold
Graeber
I
walk corrected.
So I think the next thing that ought to come out of your mouth is . . you tell me . . .
and I’ll tell you if I’m right or wrong.
The next thing out of my
mouth
Yes.
I suppose tha woudbe that the books I’m reading are
concluding . .
. . STOP! Let me.
I was right.
Yare gonna finish my thought for
me
I believe I am, apple doesn’t
fall far from the tree.
Awwyes apple of my eye . .
. . Better be Dad.
Yes
Awright Lets see if yare rightcan finish my
thought
You be honest.
You know me to be otherwise
Yes, when you’re messing with
me.
Sometimes
I gotta lowhangin fruit babe
But I fess up
You do, you do.
I do
So you were going to say . . the
books you’re reading are concluding withI get a drum roll
Brrrrrrrrrrrr
Concluding
with conclusions . . . not with . The End.
Shit
You’re so transparent.
Shit
It’s clever, Daddy-O, keep it up,
good work.
Whell can suppose the NUT doesnt fall far from the
tree either
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