Holiness     Sometimes I’m      sorry I ever      had you. Nyah nyah nyah. You gotta be the      milkman’s      kid. Because I said so. I can’t really be      your friend      anymore. You’re weird.      And stupid. Not now. I hate you. You have to pick      him — he’s      the last      one. Just . . .      go. Give this note to      your mother and      ask her to      call me. It’s all your fault —      you’ve ruined      everything. You take him,      we had him      last time. I just don’t want to,      that’s all. But we do need      somebody to      make the      costumes. No.      I said no. You’re a nice guy —      you’re just not      my type. Don’t call me      again. I love you, but not      that way. You’re outta here. I’m . . .      busy. The boss would      like to speak      with you      privately. It’s not you.      It’s me. Shut the door. If you call me      again I’ll      call the      police. I just . . .      can’t. His Holiness would      like to speak      with you      privately. If you love      me, let me      go. I don’t know      you. Have we      met? Excuse me, I see      somebody. We cannot accept      your submission      at this time. I want a divorce. The judge would      like to speak      with you      privately. Get over it. Your application      has been      denied. I just want to be      by myself. The doctor would      like to speak      with you      privately. You can’t stay      here. The Director would      like to speak      with you      privately. In nomine Patris,      et Filii,      et Spiritus      Sancti.      Amen.     © Michael Fleming Unity, New Hampshire September 2008