Speaking of weird arraignments, I spent the last two weeks with my sisters. To say we had a volatile time together would be putting it mildly. Think of Hawaii. The Big Island. Mount Kilauea. Beautiful to watch from a distance but you definitely do not want to be near the actual center of eruption. So one day, my sisters decide to do an intervention on my behalf. You know, point out all the things that are wrong with me but only because they love me. I would surely hate to see what they would do to me if they hated me. After listening to all their blah blah blahing, I went silent for a few days, for a few reasons. One, I didn’t want to say the things I wanted to say because I was pretty sure it would have meant a one way ticket to hell for me. Not that hell would have felt much different from their interference…I mean, intervention. Two, I did not want to allow them to see me cry. Eventually, they did wear me down and I did cry. Then I cried some more and I could not seem to stop crying. I finally told them I was going to go home early because I missed Bob too much and I was at my legal limit for fun with my sisters. What happened next is simply shocking. Shocking, I tell you!
The next morning, after my announced early departure, I woke up, got dressed and went to my purse for my cell phone. In my purse, was one hundred dollars that had not been there the night before. Not only that, but my sisters informed me they were taking me to Universal Studios since I had not been there in thirty years. I am almost positive if I could have stayed an additional month, I would have left there with a Rolex and a new car. Dad would be proud of those girls. The legacy lives on!
I ran into Norman Bates at Universal. I asked him if he would consider taking two more for $100 cash.
He seriously considered it.