I’m so mad I could spit!
Annabelle! Are you and Thatch teaching Stella about The Golden Apple? I asked her.
No. Musicals don’t interest her. All she wants to do is wrestle and play games. She’s impossible.
I think she’s going to be our little jock, I said. I caught her climbing the steam pipe in the bathroom.
Yes, Annabelle said. It’s sad. She has no interest in musical comedy. She wouldn’t know Ethel Merman from Charlotte Rae.
So why did you quote The Golden Apple?
When?
When you said, I’m so mad I could spit.
Oh, that. Well, I’m mad! I’m very upset.
What happened now?
There’s a horror movie opening called Annabelle!
Oh, yes, I exclaimed. I think I saw a poster at one of the bus stops.
Well, she demanded, what are you going to do about it?
Me? I don’t know what you mean.
Wrong answer. You should have had your lawyer sue them.
For what?
For using my name in a horror movie!
That’s ridiculous. Annabelle’s not a common name these days, but you don’t own it.
I headed to the refrigerator.
I am Annabelle! I’m a household name. Annabelle! This movie could hurt my career.
Maybe in this household, I said, but you cannot stop a horror film from using the name Annabelle.
Well, I want you to contact your lawyer. I want a cease and desist on this Annabelle atrocity at once.
My lawyer will tell you the same thing.
There he goes, Thatch, she said in disgust, drinking again.
You drive me to it, Missy.
Make a note, Thatch. We’ll call Jacoby and Meyers.
Thatch put down the selfies of Annabelle that he was sorting for Instagram and Facebook and opened his smart phone. At that moment, Stella ran into the room and jumped onto the sorted photos. The photos flew in all directions as she skidded to a stop at my feet.
Stella! Thatch yelled.
Annabelle ran to help Thatch with the selfies. I finished my drink and made another. Stella jumped onto my shoe and bit my ankle.
©2019, Larry Moore
Annabelle & Thatch 