Friday December 23, 2016
From a text
Viv: George! Bring me the shredder!
George: You’re supposed to be resting?
Viv: Screw resting. I have shit to do!
George: Okay, okay. Hold on… I’ll have to unplug it and –
Viv: It’s an emergency!
George enters the bedroom, where Viv is propped up. He kisses her on the forehead.
George: The doctor said that for the first two weeks you are supposed to rest, my love.
Viv: I know. I am resting. I’m rested. And now I’m going to shred that whole filing cabinet!
George: But all the stuff from your taxes?
Viv: Who needs it!
George: What if you get audited?
Viv: What asshole is going to audit someone on their deathbed?
Viv: And when you bring the shredder, my dear, could you please bring me a glass of sherry?