Patricia is still at it, and if poor Icy Mike thought her one and one arguments got hard to follow before then he is sure to tear out his eyes (I?) and throw them at me for this piece. In this entry Patricia realizes that her supply of small children is getting low, and develops a plan to solve the problem. Of course the plan has nothing to do with the banana, though the banana is the start of the plan. I'd explain more, but I figured I'd just let Patricia do the talking...
The Eye, I? :A Tale of Savannah
Patricia's Journal, night 493 since the night of arrival in Savannah
Once I had a banana. A whole banana. Who would have thought it could have lasted in there. Though the skin was still on. Of course he was a stage magician. Right after the act I did an act. Thus he thought I was pretty, and said as much to me. He actually didn't have a stage, now that I think about it. Think about it? I'm watching it. The banana that is. Though I watched the rest.
I had felt sorry for him. There he stood, alone on the corner. A hat in front of him. There had been $1.35 in the hat. Two quarters, six dimes, three nickels and ten pennies. He had been doing his act. Hiding things up sleeves. Cupping things in his hand and pulling them out later from his "ear". Of course it was all quite funny. Till the banana. I do remember that, even now. He just swallowed it whole. With the skin still on. Said he used to have a job in the carnival. A freak act.
Freak act.
I took him home.
He was grateful for my offer. He saw the beauty outside. More of me then the city. He spent $1.25 buying me a soda on the way here. He kept the pennies. Ten pennies. Five for two. Two for five. But one for each one and you have five again. So is the two even needed? I thought not. Maybe I will ask Adam. He will tell me that one and one is two. But it is not…it is ten. The soda is on the counter. I will give it to Pat. The soda. Not the counter, it is mine.
One for one.
He kissed me then. I asked him to show me the banana trick. The one with the skin still on. I think he was confused. It is hard to tell. He said it would be hard to do again, that they did fill him up so. He said that it could actually be a little painful afterwards. But usually it was worth it, he said. He claimed that it often got a few extra coins when he did it. He had one penny plus one more, plus one more, plus one more, plus one more, plus one more, plus one more, plus one more, plus one more, plus one more. So he had ten. But only one. One with the skin still on. One banana in one belly, and two couldn't exist.
I took it out for him.
He didn't seem thankful.
I cried.
After I forgave him for hitting me…and then gave him his hands back, we spent the next few hours trying to improve his tricks. I put the cards into his wrists and hid the rings in his back. I even put those colorful sticks into his ear. He wasn't like the banana, the skin came off. He didn't seem to mind. He seemed so pleased with it all. His one fused lip stuck in that wonderfully permanent grin I had given him. One grin for his one love. One for one. I loved that banana.
So I sit here now and look at the banana. The one with the skin still on. It looks like Wuffles' tail. I have the tail. It is brown. I have his right foot too. I took it off his left leg. A mistake. I admit it. But he didn't seem as happy when I fixed it. Wuffles needs the happy face, I'll give it to him later. Once he comes home. But I have the tail, so can he come wagging his tail behind him? I think not. But the foot…it is white. White and brown and yellow. A banana. A banana split with one and one scoops of chocolate and vanilla ice-cream.
I like ice-cream
It seems that my problems of supply could be dealt with by ice cream. Little children like ice cream too, for it is sugary and good. They will like my ice cream, and then they will come with me. It is a perfect plan, of this I am sure.
The Eye, I? :A Tale of Savannah
Patricia's Journal, night 493 since the night of arrival in Savannah
Once I had a banana. A whole banana. Who would have thought it could have lasted in there. Though the skin was still on. Of course he was a stage magician. Right after the act I did an act. Thus he thought I was pretty, and said as much to me. He actually didn't have a stage, now that I think about it. Think about it? I'm watching it. The banana that is. Though I watched the rest.
I had felt sorry for him. There he stood, alone on the corner. A hat in front of him. There had been $1.35 in the hat. Two quarters, six dimes, three nickels and ten pennies. He had been doing his act. Hiding things up sleeves. Cupping things in his hand and pulling them out later from his "ear". Of course it was all quite funny. Till the banana. I do remember that, even now. He just swallowed it whole. With the skin still on. Said he used to have a job in the carnival. A freak act.
Freak act.
I took him home.
He was grateful for my offer. He saw the beauty outside. More of me then the city. He spent $1.25 buying me a soda on the way here. He kept the pennies. Ten pennies. Five for two. Two for five. But one for each one and you have five again. So is the two even needed? I thought not. Maybe I will ask Adam. He will tell me that one and one is two. But it is not…it is ten. The soda is on the counter. I will give it to Pat. The soda. Not the counter, it is mine.
One for one.
He kissed me then. I asked him to show me the banana trick. The one with the skin still on. I think he was confused. It is hard to tell. He said it would be hard to do again, that they did fill him up so. He said that it could actually be a little painful afterwards. But usually it was worth it, he said. He claimed that it often got a few extra coins when he did it. He had one penny plus one more, plus one more, plus one more, plus one more, plus one more, plus one more, plus one more, plus one more, plus one more. So he had ten. But only one. One with the skin still on. One banana in one belly, and two couldn't exist.
I took it out for him.
He didn't seem thankful.
I cried.
After I forgave him for hitting me…and then gave him his hands back, we spent the next few hours trying to improve his tricks. I put the cards into his wrists and hid the rings in his back. I even put those colorful sticks into his ear. He wasn't like the banana, the skin came off. He didn't seem to mind. He seemed so pleased with it all. His one fused lip stuck in that wonderfully permanent grin I had given him. One grin for his one love. One for one. I loved that banana.
So I sit here now and look at the banana. The one with the skin still on. It looks like Wuffles' tail. I have the tail. It is brown. I have his right foot too. I took it off his left leg. A mistake. I admit it. But he didn't seem as happy when I fixed it. Wuffles needs the happy face, I'll give it to him later. Once he comes home. But I have the tail, so can he come wagging his tail behind him? I think not. But the foot…it is white. White and brown and yellow. A banana. A banana split with one and one scoops of chocolate and vanilla ice-cream.
I like ice-cream
It seems that my problems of supply could be dealt with by ice cream. Little children like ice cream too, for it is sugary and good. They will like my ice cream, and then they will come with me. It is a perfect plan, of this I am sure.