The Way Back Up To The Car

She took me down to the Octopus Bar & Grill and asked me what the hell was wrong with me. Why I’d been acting this way. What way, I asked her. She nearly died down doubled up so much with laughter. My my what a great disaster she exclamated. I should be buried burned then cremated. She took me to her tiny orphan graveyard. The windows overlooking the sad longing in her heart. The tune she hummed on the way back up to the car.