Page 120 of The Leaves In Autumn
“Like that one. Can you stop urinating for a minute and pay attention?”
“Maybe.”
“Okay. Give it your best effort. I have something that might take your mind off bodily functions.”
“What would that be?”
“Want to play a game?”
“Of course I do. Which one?”
“Remember our last game night? The one you scarred me for life at?”
“I remember.”
“Well, we never got to the second game. It’s still waiting for us to play.”
I chuckle.
“What was it? I’ve forgotten.”
“The Lip Reading Challenge.”
“Oh yeah! I’ve seen it on Fallon before. Let’s play!”
“Okay. Good. Me first. I will mouth something, and you have thirty seconds to guess what I’m saying.”
“I’ll do it in ten.”
“We’ll see.”
“Now you can’t purposely try to trick me.”
“I have no intention of tricking you! I’m going to be crystal clear. It’s a two-parter. You have to figure out the first one to understand the second.”
“Hmmmm. Interesting.”
What is he up to? I like the waiting.
“Alright. I’m going to wow you with my magnificent abilities.”
“You already have. Ready? Are you sitting in a comfortable seat?”
I give him “the look.”
“Just asking. Okay. Here we go.”
“Closer! I want to see your lips.”
“That’s what he said.”
We amuse ourselves. Then he begins. What the hell is he saying? Here I go.
“You know…you know more than…no. You know where the ...no. You don’t WANT TO BE …a mammary? You don’t want to be a mammary.”
His face. He’s just realized how bad I am at the game. Hysterical.
“Oh yes. Brilliant deduction. I do not, ever want to be a mammary. You win.”
