Jonh Garlin sat in the chair with his wife,

Jonh Garlin sat in the chair with his wife, we were at the commen room reunion. it was amazing. everyone was here, Niki and Dolten, my wife and me. i had put on a skirt for this to

a large piece of apple pie smacked her in the face and high pitched girly laughter followed it. I was furious and my wife was about to snap.

But then I realised that my wife wasn't my wife. She was actually

a notorious world leader wearing a face mask of my wife's face. I confessed I had seen through his disguise and he removed the mask revealing a familiar face. He reached into his p

ocket and took out a granola bar. "What I'm hungry?" he said. "Why are you wearing a mask of my wife's face?" I questioned. "She's beautiful." he simply said. I got beyond angry.

I went from annoyed to vengeful in five seconds flat. Then it hit me: I didn't have to do this. I lowered my mitts & helped the sculptor to his feet. He said, "That's just how your

million year old grandfather would have done it." He pulled his chisel out of the pile of banana peels on the floor, and offered me a

bite of his Slim Jim. "No thanks," I declined, noticing the fuzz sticking to it, probably from being unwrapped in his pocket. "Gonna chisel something?" He laughed, then abruptly

bit off the fuzzy end of his jerky. "Just tryin' to chisel a piece a your stone cold heart darlin''" he drawled chewing. I watched the fuzz dangle from his stubble & laughed too.