AB-Henry, where did everyone go? Did you eat them or something? I wouldn't be surprised.
Me-(After seeing Henry's face redden to the resemblance of a ripe cherry)-No, it was me. I sent them away, because one of my readers thought it would be fun to have a conversation with just the two of you, and I wholeheartedly agree!
HT-(Pouts)-I don't
AB-Deal with it you, grotesquely large buffoon.
Me-Anne, they say people are mean to the ones they love…..
AB-I know where you're going with this. There is no way I love…THAT thing of a man-(Points to Henry, who is looking elsewhere)
HT-Ehh? Did someone say something? I'm right, in whatever topic it is.
Me-Okay. Guess you are a buffoon then.
HT-Wait, what?
AB-I believe I just proved my point. (Smirks)
HT-You really bother me madam.
AB-You beheaded me.
HT-You challenged me.
AB-You caused me to have rampant jealousy.
HT-Like that wasn't noticeable
Me-Well, Henry, how would YOU have felt if Anne was openly cheating on you?
HT-She was cheating on me!
AB-Good God Henry, you never change.Get this through you big fat head. I NEVER CHEATED ON YOU. Did you get that? I NEVER CHEATED ON YOU.
HT-(Is looking the other way, obviously not paying attention)-What? Did you say something? Sorry, I asked Jane to get me a snack. She's so beautiful and kind.
AB-Goodness. Were you born with an innate ability to annoy me, or do you plan it that way?
Me-Anne, would you say your constant jealousy and biting comments are the result of you still loving Henry?
HT-No. She's always been this way.
AB-You weren't exactly this condescending when you sent all those love letters to me.
HT-I have no idea what love letters you are talking about. The love letters you speak of were probably from your brother.
AB-Oh good God. And you say my head is big. Why won't you just say it?
HT-Say what, madam with a bigger head than I?
AB-Say that you condemned me to death because you wanted to marry Jane Seymour!
HT-I shan't.
Me-But you never said it wasn't true.
AB-(Grins)She has a point.
HT-I shan't
AB-Shan't do what "your grace?"(Says in a mocking tone.)
HT-Shan't say that I killed you.
AB-Then who did?
HT-The executioner of course!
(Both Anne and I slap our foreheads in frustration)
Me-Say, I don't mean to branch off randomly, but why do you think people choose to be an executioner? It seems like an awful job to me!
AB-Well, I know that for some, it ran in the family. However there were not many needed until this deranged man took the throne (points at Henry)
HT-I think executioners were good men who knew the job they had to do.
Me-What a fun job.
AB-For what it's worth, I think being married to Henry was a worse job.
HT-You were never married to me Madam.
AB-Oh, because of you having affinity with my sister?
Me-Speaking of your sister….
MB-Anne! Henry! It's so nice to see you not fighting!
TO BE CONTINUED….
