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….