“The Show Was Called…”
like to eat in the nude- applied his forefinger to his forehead
- “You’re not going anywhere!”
- open shirt and hairy chest
- how big and bulgy
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“The show was called Bouillabaisse Cowabunga,” Hildegard said, “officially. But the kids all called it Bullabunga, so by the third season that became the title.”
I had faint recollections of a ‘Bullabunga scandal’ in which someone was quoted as saying “I like to eat in the nude.” I assumed it was the old sea captain. As these misty memories returned, I had an image of someone frowning through a painted-on smile as he applied his forefinger to his forehead with his thumb jutting out to complete the capital L.
“But that wasn’t a doll,” I said. “It was an actual, live clown.”
“It was German!” Hildegard shrieked. “It had no soul!”
“Okay,” I said with a wince. I gestured to the toilet. “Sorry, but I’m still trying to go.”
“You’re not going anywhere!” She stood panting, the latex puppet waving uselessly beside her right ear, staring at my open shirt and hairy chest as if unsure what they were.
I turned my back on her, trying to capitalize on her distraction in order to empty my straining bladder. Trying to relax, and think of anything other than her manic face, and how big and bulgy her eyes had become.
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