Rhymin’ Jack Lack
Joleen flipped the chicken breasts over, sizzle and pop. She put cherry tomatoes and sliced almonds in the romaine lettuce salad and popped the rolls in the oven. Then she heard him start up – Rhymin’ Jack Lack. Now this was one verbal tic that endeared him to her since the accident-the nonsensical racking and stacking of rhymes.
“Corn likker
boot licker
drop kicker
flea flicker
dollar dicker
Lynyrd Skynyrd
heavy blizzard
rain slicker
got sicker
deal fixer
liquor mixer
good kisser
hi jinxer
Henry Winkler
killer diller
snake hisser
heavy drinker
paint thinner
grill sizzler
sexy slinker
dead ringer
lawn sprinkler
booger picker
Marvin Zindler
pot simmer
got thinner
mule skinner
french tickler
money swindler…”
“Time for dinner!”
“Be right in there!”
And walk right in there, he did, singing
“Love me tender
Love me true
All my dreams fulfilled
For my darlin’, I love you
And I always will.”
Another peculiar thing since the accident – he sounded just like Elvis. Another tic that endeared him to her. Dammit.
After dinner, Joleen reminded him, “Now, Jack, tomorrow I’m taking you to your Bible, Guns, and Ammo Fellowship at the shooting range. Why you men get together to shoot and pray, I’ll never know. It’s a guy thing, I guess. I’ll come back to pick you up after it’s over.”
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