By Amy Friedman

“Crap.”
“Now what? “
“She’s lying about me again.”
“That’s not news.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. “
“Why can’t you quit talking to her?”
“Wish I could. Can’t. “
“You sure?”
“You know she called me last night. Yammered about nothing for an hour.”
“You let her?”
“Then she warbles, ‘Doesn’t your husband make enough so that you don’t have to worrrrrrk?’”
“And you said, ‘none of your business’?“
“No. I told the truth. Unfortunately, now she thinks she has ammo she can use against me.”
“Man, your ass got targets all over. “
“Story of my life.”