“Did you see . . . did you see . . . did you see!”
She’s already bought a nice pillow case. In fact, two of them. Now she wants to buy something to go inside them. I suspect she finds the pillow man attractive. She used to find me attractive, but I snore. I didn’t used to, but now that I sleep on my back, I “shake the house to the rafters.”
But I can still put two and two together. A billowed-out husband. The pillow man. A new attraction. Ka-Ching!
My wife also believes in a Higher Being. I think she might be right, up to a point. But then she points out that the pillow man has proved her point. She says he’s “demonstrated” that she’s correct on this score. He was once a junky, but now he sells pillows by the train load. “What are the odds of that happening?” he says. So there’s a god all right. I wonder aloud whether this god is a Christian. “Oh yes,” she says. “It stands to reason!”
I have no answer to her, so I roll over on my side. Soon I am asleep and counting feathers. And probabilities.