But now she thought she wouldn’t even need to clean it
up. She would just let the cat eat
it. Or not. It could sit there until the ants came. It was all the same to her. She would rise above it. Ha.
Word play was fun.
It would have been more fun had Joan been there to hear it
and roll her eyes, but she dismissed that thought as illogical, since if Joan
had been here the whole idea would be moot.
In any event, time was wasting.
She brushed past the freezer door to get the container. It opened easily, but when she attempted to
pull the cardboard box out of the ice, nothing happened. Angered, she wrapped her arm around the box
and pulled furiously. She felt herself
give way and her arm burst into the ether.
She had mustered enough force to kick herself back, but the ice cream
didn’t move.
This is what Joan is good for. Solid things like dislodging food and moving
the cat. Perhaps making a mess of the
ice cream wasn’t as fun as it initially seemed.
Joan had been gone too long.
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