Mary was in her bedroom which once had been a study.There were books every where all randomly arranged
Shall I toss away “Functional Analysis “by Riesz-Nagy?I can’t remember it but it’s a classic text.She looked at  her other books  and found three rhyming dictionaries…. and Strunk’s guide to style.
Is American style the same as English ? she asked herself.I’d better read that.
When she opened her desk drawers hoping to find a ring she had lost she was thunderstruck by how dirty the  white bases were.She sat there on her folding chair musing on this and wondering about Purity and Danger by Mary Douglas.
A  whole jar of nail scissors and pens stood ,previously unnoticed, by the window.So that’s where they went,Mary  thought.Things seem to appear and disappear disconcertingly at random.Perhaps she had never achieved what is called object constancy by Freudians  which must not be confused with objecting to constancy.That is something quite different. that  some men like to do
Mary had some clear polythene bags by her and Emile watched as he hid inside the open wardrobe under Mary’s dresses and cardigans.She found some shoes under her desk so put then into a green bag; the socks she collected in a white one and the pens and art stuff went into a box.
What chaos there was in the room with face cream and books on the bed and  boxes of tissues and cotton wool balls strewn about.
Emile came out of the wardrobe stretching and yawning as only  tom cats cam
Shall I ring 999 , you look tired, he said mellifluously.
Oh,how  kind, she  responded politely in her   delightful way
Soon Dave the transvestite paramedic appeared wearing a maxidress from Marks and Spencers’
Does that need ironing,~Mary asked him
No, it drip dries really well, he answered  gracefully
I wonder if I should buy one,she muttered cautiously
If you go to your GP you might find you can get one on prescription
Do you think so? I’ve never heard of that before,she responded
Well, you could say it will cure your depression and grief from losing your dear old man
He will say that no double blind experiments have been done to prove dresses help women to feel better. when bereaved she told Dave cautiously
How about a double bind operation,Dave asked scientifically
What do you mean? Mary said philosophically
We tie ourselves together with string and then kiss and  hug and see how it goes… one never knows when old
Well I don’t see why we  need string.Someone might think we are a parcel and post us to China or even North Korea.
How about Israel?
Why do you  think we’d end up there?
They have some  great museums.And we could Wail at the Wall.
I could do with a good Wail,Mary replied as tears ran down her pink and cream  cheeks.But I am unsure if one wails there out of grief or is it something more? Like sorrow about the Temple being destroyed.Why do they not get over it?
Well it’s rather like England and the Tudors… all those films and books as if Henry 8 th deserved such  fame for ever
I’d prefer the Temple to him, said Mary fastidiously.That was a place of worship and beauty
I’d love to see the Temple.If only we could go back in time,Dave informed her.But the main point is Mary I love you so I must leave your bedroom before I die of repressed  desire  and lack of your tender touch
I am sorry Dave,I never knew you felt that way about me,Mary told him .Perhaps we should go to the kitchen and make some nice hot tea.And I just bought some biscuits from Marks and Spencers which are much better than any others I’ve had
So they sat at the pine table drinking Ceylon tea and eating custard creams as they watched the sun through the Acer next  door.Why the neighbours had a laptop hanging from a tree nobody knew.Was it to  make themselves seem superior?Was it going to be connected to the electricity so it would be  like a Xmas decoration?Time will tell.Or it ,ay fall off and kill some slugs and snails… isn’t life interesting