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Sex and Mrs. Plansky, Part 2 …

… or the story of her husband Norm’s flamboyant tree:

But the result – Big Mama – oh, the result: a flamboyant that not only bloomed in May, like everyone else’s flamboyant, but also at Christmas, most of the flowers the brightest red on earth, but also some bursts of the much rarer yellow flowers, both on the same tree! Norm invited a Rollins biology prof to take a look. “Unheard of,” he’d said. “This is publishable.”

They’d had sex twice that night, a double dip, as Mrs. Plansky had called it – she could be a bit bawdy when it was just the two of them – a feat, if it could be so called, that hadn’t happened in at least twenty years. For some time after that she would say “Any new arboreal ideas?” at unexpected moments.
(Pub date July 25)

Sex

Reader question: Is there sex in Mrs. Plansky’s Revenge (pub date – July 25)?

Answer:

“For sure, for sure,” Annika said. She made a little motion and Timbo entered the room. Mrs. Plansky gave him a smile, like she was the hostess. He didn’t look at her, but went immediately to the closet, which he opened and saw all there was to see, namely the neat shelving of Mrs. Plansky’s clothes. While he gazed into the closet, Mrs. Plansky’s own gaze wandered around the room and came upon Max’s underwear, lying in plain sight halfway between the door and the bed. She strolled over there and stood on it, looking as nonchalant as possible.

“Is it still snowing?” she said to Annika.

“A little, but more to come.”

“Well, well, there’s always the weather.”

Annika looked at her like she was an idiot, and rightly so.

 

Chetspeak on Sunday

 

Vannah Boutette crossed her legs, uncrossed them, crossed them again. Bernie’s gaze went to the ceiling, the floor, back to her legs. We were in the office, just down the hall from the kitchen, Bernie at the desk, Vannah on the couch, me on the rug, a comfortable, nubbly rug with a circus elephant pattern. I was fond of the pattern, had once gotten to know a circus elephant named Peanut quite well, but no time for that now.

“You work out of your home?” Vannah said.

“Any problem with that?” Bernie said.

“Why would I have problem with that? I work out of my place, too.”

“Yeah? What line of, uh … “

“Let’s call it importing,” Vannah said.

“What kind of goods?”

“Good goods, bad goods, everything in between.”

– from The Sound and the Furry.

Welcome napping dude.