"It would appear that there are still no skeletons."
"Misty darling, what are you thinking about?"
"Huh, oh Gary I didn't hear you come in," Misty responds in a silky voice.
"Oh! Perhaps a certain Mrs. Gary Oak needs a reminder of why she is living in Gary Oak's house." Gary stalks to the side of the couch and rests his head on the arm. His eyes, level with Misty's twinkle mischievously.
Misty smiles under bright red cheeks. Eager to turn Gary's attention to subjects more appropriate to mid- day discussions she asks him about work. Instantly her husband's mood darkens.
"Work?" Gary asks slinking away to a chair on the opposite side of the room, "Why do you ask about that? I'm home now. Can't a man just be Gary and not Gary the Magnificent with Answers to all Questions Great and Small?"
Misty's eyes bulge out as she listens to her husband sound suddenly like Ash Ketchum. Then she laughs. Gary laughs too.
"At least there is some use for him somewhere," Gary says smiling as he pours drinks.
"Here darling, to Ash Ketchum, the worst of the worst Candidates a Manager has ever had to manage."
"Oh no. Don't go blaming yourself again the messes Ash gets into. If you want to take responsibility for something, tell me that I was right and you should have run yourself."
"Darling you were right. But how could anyone but a genius like you know that. I was sure that everyone would remember me for the boy I was and not the man I became."
"Gary are you listening to me," Ketchum asked as he sat on all fours on his manager's desk.
"Of course I'm not Ash." Gary had long since realized that the truth was better than lies. As long as he didn't bring up that fact he was daydreaming about his wife everything would be okay.
"You were thinking about her weren't you?" Ash demanded. "I can't believe that all the women who followed you around every island of Japan and then some, you married her. You did not have the right. You especially did not have the right not to tell me."
"Okay, instead of talking about your campaign which is seriously floundering, let's talk about 'the one who got away'."
"You're not listening to me. I said I just wanted to know is all. Everyone makes out like I'm some kind of monster. I can handle the truth. That's one of my strong points."
"No Ash. Our PR department has made it one of your advertised strong points but your actions make all of us to be liars." Gary walks around his desk to the media cabinet. Without looking he reaches down and pulls out a red disc.
"That's not fair Gary. That debate was rigged. You know that."
"No Ash our PR people said that debate was rigged. You know and I know and everyone who was there or heard unless, they absolutely love you, know that. And there are a tiny few who love you."