Frizzy

FRIZZY

KSENIYA 03/14/2019  3 minutes read

Bob:

Karl, you there?

Karl:

Am now. What you want?

Bob:

Came home from work 13 secs ago and found wife gone?

Karl:

What you mean gone? Gone to the mall? Hairdresser?

Bob:

Vanished, Karl! She cleaned up the house. All not hammered to the floor, gone! Took the kids too.

Karl:

Didn’t know you had kids. You never tell me anything, Bob. That’s mean.

Bob:

Oh, shut your babble mouth, Karl. I am desperate.

Karl:

No, Bob. I think we should solve this out right now. You think I am not upset. Well, I am. I am your best man. No secrets allowed, remember?

Bob:

What you want, Karl? Is it money?

Karl:

Want an answer. Brutally honest 1. Why you never told me you have kids, and you tell me now?

Bob:

They’re missing, Karl. It’s a dark alley I am seeing ahead. My whole future disappeared. I can’t think logical and you’re asking illogical questions.

Karl:

We know each other since high school, Bob. You know all my kids. Liv, Karl Jr., Clive, Billy, Andy and Lucy. And I find out just now that you and your wife have been working on some other projects that have nothing in common with landscape architecture.

Bob:

Not your issue, Karl.

Karl:

At least you can tell me: boys or girls?

Bob:

3 boys and a girl.

Karl:

What are their names, Bob?

Bob:

For Christ’s sake, Karl! Why’s that important? She took them away and I know nothing. Not why, not where?

Karl:

It’s important to me, Bob. And sad, cause you never told me about them.

Bob:

My fault, Karl. Now, stop jabbering and help me. I don’t know what to do. Shall I put up posters around … you know, with their pictures. And offer reward … or what? Never been in this situation before. It’s a dead end for me, Karl.

Karl:

Well, can’t say you didn’t deserve it, Bob. You did. You kept your life a secret and you can’t do that. You’re no hermit. Besides, someone must have seen her putting them into the car and driving away, Bob. You could ask the neighbors.

Bob:

Nah! That’s not a good idea. David, from across the street, found Bone peeing on his lawn.

Karl:

Is Bone your son?

Bob:

Firstborn, I think. Wife would know better. She was there. Watched them coming out. Frizzy came last. She’s daddy’s princess. Man, I am dying here. I need a drink.

Karl:

Why was Bone peeing on David’s lawn? And what kind of a name is Bone anyway?

Bob:

It’s short for Bonner, Karl. You know … the “P” word. He was born with a big. That’s where the name came from.

Karl:

“P?”

Bob:

Penis, Karl. Don’t be shy. I envied that little bastard since the day he came living with us two years ago.

Karl:

Good Lord, Bob! I never saw your wife pregnant and she had four at once.

Bob:

Wife? What you’re talking about, Karl. Scarlet couldn’t give birth to a bean of pea. We paid for them. Excellent breed. And now they’re gone. But where, Karl? Do you think I should call 911 to send over a CSI team to look for traces? Maybe … wait, I see a spark of hope on a horizon. It could be a mirage too but … heck, I’ll reach for it anyway hoping it’s not.

Karl:

What is it, Bob?

Bob:

She couldn’t have taken everything. The trash, Karl! I’ll be back with you later. Gotta check the trash.

Karl:

What’s in the trash, Bob? You’re scaring me.

Bob:

Frizzy’s the answer, Karl. I bought her a harness yesterday and threw the collar into the trash. If I am right that collar should still be in that trash.

Karl:

Your daughter's a pup, Bob?

Bob:

Young adult, Karl. Never mistake those two.

Author: KsenijaPerkovic