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Slim Randles' Home Country
A psychoanalytic date
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[October 29, 2011]
When Dewey realized what he'd just told the woman of his
dreams, he couldn't say another thing. Struck dumb by the shock of
telling her he was in cow manure, he silently handed her the flowers
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 But Emily Stickles, she of the perfect cheekbones and bureaucratic
curiosity, smiled and looked at Dewey as if she'd just stumbled over
a 20-dollar bill."Mr. Decker," she said, kindly, "thank you for
the flowers. And I'm curious... How long have you had this
condition?"
"Er ... ah..."
"Never mind. That will all come in time. Now I was just on my way
to the café across the street there for lunch. Will you be my guest?
That way we can discuss your problem and see if we can come to a
workable solution."
"Wha ... bu..."
"Come along," she said, slipping her arm through his. "One step
at a time... that's it."
An hour later, Dewey was at the philosophy counter of the Mule
Barn. The guys were there. Well, almost all the guys. When Dewey
told them about how he introduced himself to the lovely Ms.
Stickles, Steve, Dud and Bert suddenly had to go outside for some
reason. The laughter out there made the plate-glass windows vibrate.
Only Doc was left to console Dewey.
"Well, Doo," Doc said. "Leave it to you to make a great first
impression."
Then Doc had to turn his head away for a few seconds, too. Dewey
pretended not to notice.
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"See, the worst of it is she thinks I'm some kind of a nut with a
manure fetish. I couldn't have just told her I owned a fertilizer
company. Not me. I have to sit through lunch making silly noises as
she explained to me that there is always hope for an answer. I had
no idea she was a graduate student in psychology, Doc.
"Doc?" Dewey's face pleaded. "I'm a test case! I'm going to be
doctoral thesis! I'm... oh man..."
"And all that planning," Doc said. "And all that washing. And
then it has to end this way. Sorry, Doo."
"Ending? No way," Dewey said, the slightest smile emerging.
"We're having dinner at the Italian place tonight. She's bringing
her tape recorder."
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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