Harold threw open the doors of the bedroom and proclaimed, “Vidor’s dead!”
He flung himself down on the bed.
Margo took a drag from her cigarette. Keeping her eyes on the newspaper she said, “Oh, Harold, I’m sad to hear that, but never fear you can revive him in the morning.”
“No, Margo. This time he’s really dead. What a way to go.” He took the cigarette from her hand and took a drag.
“How did he die?” Margo continued to read her paper as she questioned him about Vidor’s demise.
“Cut in two by a commuter train. The police haven’t even found his lower half yet. I’m afraid Vidor is truly dead.” He paused, “I don’t know how I shall go on without him.”
Margo sighed. She looked at her husband lying with his face buried in the pillows.”For pity sake, Harold, You’ve gotten Vidor through tougher scrapes than this. Perhaps tomorrow the police will find his lower half and he can be stitched back together.”
Harold picked his head up from the pillow. He glared at her, “Oh, Margo, don’t be so silly. You can’t sew a human being back together after he’s been cut in half. I’m not a miracle worker.”
“Well then, Vidor is dead. You’ll have to find someone else.” She returned to her reading.
“There is no one else, only Vidor. I could never do the things with anyone else that I’ve done with Vidor.”
“Well then Harold, your only option remains to become a miracle worker, and resurrect Vidor in the morning. Or maybe it wasn’t him at all. A case of mistaken identity.”
“They found his telltale birthmark. It had to be him.”
“Perhaps a twin. Did Vidor have a twin?”
“A twin? Hmm.” Harold paused to think, “I don’t recall that he had a twin. Oh Margo, Vidor’s dead and there’s nothing I can do to revive him.”
“Don’t fret about it tonight, dear. Just crawl under the covers. Curl up next to me and sleep. Tomorrow you’ll find a way to get Vidor through this. You will become a miracle worker.” Laying a kiss on his forehead, she pulled the covers over him.
Harold snuggled in next to her, “Yes, I’ll become a miracle worker.” Before turning out his lamp, Harold leaned over and said, “Margo darling, please be sure the alarm is set for seven. Vidor’s life depends upon it. I need to be at my writing desk early to perform this miracle.”
Turning back to her newspaper she patted his back before as she reading her newspaper. “Yes dear.”
Julie Hill 2010©
