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Chapter 1
I'm sorry,” said Shantulopukobeebee, “but I am no longer the man you want to marry.”
Cascadilla gently placed the half-eaten chicken nugget on the Louis 20th solid silver gold oblong plate. A single
tear formed in the corner of her left eye.
Don't you love me anymore?” she managed to belch out.
She picked up a bon-bon and shoved it violently into her mouth.
"What happened between us?” she asked as a small dribble of bon exited her mouth.
“I am sorry,” Shantulopukobeebee replied.
Cascadilla wiped the bon goo off her chin with the back of her hand and flung
the residue against the far wall.
“You are the only man I want to marry! I can marry no one else!”
“But Cascadilla,” said Shantulopukobeebee, “I lost my leg in a foosball game!”
Cascadilla sat stunned. The phone slipped from her fingers and fell into the bowl
of Wheaties. A tiny splash of milk hit her in the eye, temporarily blinding her. She screamed and fell to the floor.
“Why oh why must this happen now!” she howled as she bashed her head repeatedly
on the solid oak hardwood floor. “I only want to be loved!”
Shantulopukobeebee gently hung up the phone.
Chapter 2
Cascadilla woke up the next morning with a slight hangover. A mist engulfed
the cottage, but as she looked out the music room's window, she could see the sun trying to break through the fog.
Today, she thought, is the day I get Shantulopukobeebee back since I cannot spend another minute without him.
She went to the dining room where Weezie had already set up breakfast. After devouring
the canned ham, Cascadilla picked up the morning's newspaper. She read the comics and tried the Junior Jumble,
but could not unscramble “hte”.
Finally, she turned to the front page. “Shantulopukobeebee Yun Yo Tips Over On
Street Corner and is Hit and Killed by Runaway Big Wheel”, screamed the headline.
Cascadilla sat stunned. The phone slipped from her fingers and fell into the bowl
of Wheaties. A tiny splash of milk hit her in the eye, temporarily blinding her. She screamed and fell to the floor.
“Why oh why must this happen now!” she howled as she bashed her head repeatedly
on the cold marble floor. “I only want to be loved!”
Weezie stepped over her and collected the dirty dishes.
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