If you are not familiar with this series, please start at radio show 1
Wendy was the neighbor on the other side of Frank and Honey’s property. Wendy was a daytime visitor, not one found at the evenings dinner table, and thank God for that—Wendy spoke in expletives, in screams; her voice, should she let it loose in the night, would generate more than a few calls to the local police regarding noise. Her voice, should she aim it at the treetops, was so shrill and so loud, so sharp, it could prune branches off of the mightiest of palms.
“HONEY! OHHH HONEY! It looks so GOOD out here! Your YARD is SPECTACULAR! OHHH, HONEY, I LOVE IT!”
Marlene wasn’t sure if she too should run for cover or stick around and listen to the show. She listened.
“HONEY, where’s FRANK? Haven’t seen much of him lately. Is he ILL? EVERYTHING OKAY?”
“He’s fine, Wendy, Frank is fine. Come inside. I want to show you what I’ve done to the kitchen.”
And sometime later, a short time it seemed, Wendy and Honey and the addition of Frank woke Marlene from her light, sun-induced sleep; Frank’s cough seemingly replaced by sighs, the festive Honey laughter, the cackling Wendy scream, all jumping, not in unison, behind the neighborly wall.
“SURE, FRANK, SURE. GREAT to see YOU. BYE-BYE HONEY, LOVE YOUUUUU!”
Marlene hung by the fence for a minute or two longer. Long enough to hear the couple giggle and whisper something and giggle some more.
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