Freedom is her Middle Name

freedom is her middle name.  facts are she wasn't free, but the rest, well you know.

it was 12 oclock and meranda had just made it back from rorszchaack's office.  his couch salesman had been there during, and they had been planning upgrades and wild things for the double suite that had been her dream home, lying down, for the past 7 years.  therapy with a smile, the dentist was next door too, which they would sometimes ask for quick trips through the nitrous bays and giggle just a bit.

she poured her purse out over the kitchen counter.  3 lipsticks.  gum.  makeup kit, and a wad of cash she'd make during a quick spend thrift by the guest house upper west side on near ago evening.  $1200.  "couch that," she said to herself with that wry grin that she gets a glimpse out of when she walks past her hallway mirror.

as she turned up the stereo, the telephone simultaneously rang and the dishwasher kicked off.  good thing the electrics were in order. "free of charge.  hello?"

"uh, yes, miss meranda, its joe from the morning gazette.  of course we'll take your letter.  we wanted to call and tell you that today's print already went out, and you can pick it up this evening in town.  "

"anything else?" she queried, expecting just a bit more news

"the boxers won, and high tide is 7pm.  and your favorite cat is back around.. I put a tin of whiskas out.. she's been coming in around 11"

"thank you mister f.  we'll see you again next thursday"  cuzlick.  she dropped the phone back on the old fashioned receiver and popped the dishwasher for her favorite coffee mug.  it was orange and blue and went with the sidewalk she'd bought it on in a berkeley street sale.  guy joked it was detachable.  he knew where she shopped.

slurp, ding. her watch. it was time.  her picked-up was on time and at the door and in a classy long coat, presented the signal single rose as she whisked up her 'classy' in quotes, dress, off the corner of the couch, and picked up a small gift box from the counter, took the rose, cleaved it, kissed him lightly on the cheek, and they flew out the door with the windows still open, and they drove away in his 1968 modded special to destination X, marked with a report, as the muffler kicked back, and her hair flowed slightly out the passenger window, and she hummed.

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