THREE MEN AND A LADY II
Chapter Five
The bread was hard, the corn
burnt, and there was no turkey. Cal hadn’t had the heart to kill Bob. Instead,
he had used a large chicken as a substitute.
"Ahh!" Fabrizio’s
piercing scream broke through the silence of the house. A silence that rarely,
if ever, was enjoyed by the housemates.
Cal wearily made his way into the
living room. Fabrizio stood on the table. Bob was looking up at him, gobbling
softly.
Cal jumped back as Fabrizio swung
a bat at him. Jack stood at the other end of the room, looking very confused.
"What’s wrong with
him?" Cal asked.
Jack shrugged. "I don’t
know."
"The food’s done. We could
just eat without him."
"No."
"Whatever."
Cal moved past Jack, plopped into
his chair, and turned on the TV.
"What are you doing?"
"Watching TV."
"Why?"
"We’re not eating yet, and I
get better ideas while watching TV."
"You get ideas?"
"Yes."
Two Hours Later
"Are we ever gonna
eat?" Rose stood in the doorway.
Jack shrugged.
"Hopefully."
Cal stared at the TV.
"Soon."
"Why is there a turkey in
the living room?"
Jack and Cal turned to stare at
her. Rose’s psychosis, which had developed due to prolonged time with the TV,
was completely gone.
"How’d you…?" Jack
couldn’t finish.
Rose laughed. "It’s not that
hard to be sane."
"It’s not fair!" Cal
sobbed. "I’ll never have any company!" The sobs continued in full
force.
Jack patted him on the back.
"It’s okay."
"Hey, guys. Wanna eat?"
They all stared. Fabrizio sat on the floor, calmly petting Bob.
"Great. Dinner at
last," Jack commented dryly.
The End.