"Did you take your little blue happy pill, Michael?"
"What...what did you say? You know my hearing suffered from all the times my ears were boxed in Sona, Sara."
"Sona! Your excuse for everything is Sona, Michael. Your hip replacement, your craving for young men...I'm not buying it anymore!" This was spoken so loudly the neighbor's dog started to bark, but Michael didn't seem to hear that either.
"I said did you take your little blue happy pill!!!" Sara screamed her initial question and the dog started to howl. Perhaps in pain or maybe the pooch was just too smart for its own good and had a visual of what transpires after the little blue happy pill takes affect.
"The blue pill, you mean the one that matches my eyes? Yeah I took that one." He lifted the TV guide up from his lap to show her his pajama tent. He was grinning now, the split pea soup from his dinner making his dentures look horrifically like a certain fellow with one hand.
"Brush your teeth before you come to bed, Michael," She said loudly and then she headed to the bedroom to await Sir Sag a lot.
Five minutes passed and then ten. Her pink night gown was becoming more wrinkled then her neck at this point. She hopped out of bed, joints grumbling, hips popping and made her way back to the living room. She was greeted by snoring and the sight of her eighty year old husband asleep in his easy chair. She figured he must be dreaming he was in Easy rider the way he was gripping the handle bar protruding from his pajama pants.
Sara nudged him with her foot. He let out an old man fart or what she hoped was only a passing of gas. When he didn't wake up she nudged him again this time hard enough to make him lose his grip. She remembered her pet name for his penis and a smile broke into a thousand crow's feet, hell ostrich was a better choice, but crow was a much gentler way of saying at seventy eight she looked worse then a bad origami with a thousand wrinkly folds.
She stared now at "Faith" and her smile grew. Like he always said you had to have a little faith and though she had had her fair share of it over the years, tonight she felt the calling.
"Michael!" She screamed and he jumped like someone had thrown a chicken foot at him.
"Huh? What did I do? I planned it all!" He sounded confused.
"Come to bed?" She said in a gentle roar this time.
He pulled his tall frame up and with Faith pointing the way they headed to the bedroom.
"Do you remember the last time I gave you head? I was really thinking outside of the box that night."
The door closed and their sounds of appreciation sent the neighbor's dog scurrying for cover.
Yep, it was just another Monday night in the Scofield house.
(Chapter End Notes: )
I know this is wrong and still I felt compelled to write it!
