DUCKING THE SLINGS AND ARROWS OF LOVE
Lesson Three: Never forget an Anniversary
"You...good...for..nothing...tom!" She screamed.
He ducked as a glass trifle bowl, given to them for their wedding anniversary three years past, went flying to join the ugly vase someone else had gotten them, against the wall near his head.
"I tried to get home...really I did!" He yelled back, ducking yet again and covering his face just as a spray of fresh flowers slammed into him with its accompanying vase and water.
"Owww! Damn it, Callie that hurt!"
She screeched at him unintelligibly, reaching for something else to hurl. Knowing when he was losing, he hurriedly went back out the door he shouldn't have bothered entering. Slamming it shut behind him, he groaned and leaned against it, wincing when yet another piece of bric a brac hit the door behind him.
As he rubbed his sore head, an older neighbor poked his head out the door of his apartment to investigate the noise and stared at the miserable tom in concern.
"Well, hell! What the heck did you forget this time, young feller?"
The big tom gave him a disgruntled look while brushing the flowers off himself.
"I was unavoidably delayed in getting back for our anniversary," he said, glumly.
"Tsk...tsk...son, you are a glutton for punishment," the oldster said, shaking his head while trying to hide a smile. "You'll learn or have your head nearly busted open many more times. As it is, you'll have to come up with something spectacular to make up for this bonehead mistake. Good luck!" With that bit of advice, the old Kat pulled his head back into his apartment and shut the door.
"Thanks a lot," the big tom grumbled.
He stood up, stared at his own door for a long moment before sighing and heading for the elevator. It was obvious he wouldn't be welcome tonight. 'Geeze, I hate sleeping alone!'
