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Demented Dimitri visits Dr.Rosenfeld......




Thank god Lily never noticed Grace's hand on my leg when she came and appeared like a demented chester cat in the car window. Smiling with her bag of edibles. Little did she know I had almost eatin up her daughter so very pretty in the passenger seat that moment. Grace bolted. Wise move. I gasped. What had I done and why had I not done more... Well there would be answers when one month later a knock came to my door.

No it was not Mrs. Gonzalez. She had come earlier almost right after the school board meeting in fact. She claimed to want to discuss my case but I had heard it all before. She brought a tape of Rashamon and suggested we view it together. But I am not like that. It was not subtle. No most definitely not. I offered Mrs Gonzalez some leftovers from my fridge and that was enough. She hastily left from wence she came.

I was lost. Lost for weeks after that without my Grace. I lost my grace. Why did I do that? I seriously contempleted religious study. I have been told I look hot in robes. But monks cut off their haor do they not. It would sadden Grace I knew and I could not hurt her more. Grace was my mirror and the key to my soul. My heart was floating in a deep dark abyss. It was like that song I made Jumpy Jessie sing in the play. Heart Like a Wheel. Do you know that song?

Dr. Rosenfeld "Remind me"

Well excuse the voice, I haven't had a chance to make it presentable but ...(in a beautiful melodic voice...sending vibrations up Dr.Ed's spine Dimitri sang).. And my love for you is like a sinking ship. And my heart is on that ship out in mid ocean. (hitting high note in operatic voice with crescendo...Dr.Rosenfeld threw a pillow at Dimitri rumplying Dimitri's suit jacket and messing up his hair).

Back to the heart of the matter (Dimitri resumed). So I heard the knocking. It was early 7:30am and I was still in my jammies with my hair tied back. Cornflower blue sleepwear my favorite. I tripped down the stairs euphorically to see a dim shadow, shape at my door through the curtains. I hesitated .. after the hate mail by Jake had ended I still got jumpy. I was fired (well almost) but I wasn't dead yet. Yet? I looked around and quickly grasp the nearest object of desire : a louiseviller slugger. Had considered wine bottle yes..but why waste good wine? It was sad to know career wa so quickely forgotten , all the beautiful things . My chair. And it was green too. At least one person thought highly of me. Hadn't Lily said those things at the meeting and later sent me lovely goodbye gift to my home. A set of Samsonite luggage. Inscribed luggage ...love always Lily. And a pie.

With gentle soft steps I approached the door. Knocking persisted. The curtain was lace and didn't have much give to reveal my early morning caller's identity. I felt like James Bond and it felt good. Suavely I whisked the curtain aside. Oh my god. The last person I had expected stood there ...