Sunday, May 3, 2020. 4:32 PM.
A Curious Little Dialogue
Going on in my head while making a cup of tea.
[If I can only remember it with this 68-year-old memory . . . ]
Marco: “Sonora?”
Sonora: “Yes, dear?”
Marco: “I can’t remember what I wanted to say.”
Sonora: “Well, don’t worry about it.”
Marco: “Don’t worry about what?”
Sonora: “What you wanted to tell me, dear.”
Marco: “How did you know I wanted to tell you something?”
Sonora: “You just told me.”
Marco: “I’m glad I already told you – because it has already slipped my mind. What was it that I told you?”
Sonora: “Nothing.”
Marco: “I told you nothing?”
Sonora: “That’s about it.”
Marco: “Well, that wasn’t much; no wonder I forgot it.”
Sonora: “Exactly.”
Marco: “Now, if only I could recall what I was doing when I forgot what I was wanting to tell you.”
Sonora: “You were making a cup of tea, darling.”
Marco: “That’s right. I was making a cup of tea . . . I wonder if the water is boiling now.”
Sonora: “You could go and check, Honey.”
Marco: “That reminds me of what I wanted to tell you, Sonora.”
Sonora: “What was it?”
Marco: “It was something about sugar.”
Sonora: “What about sugar?”
Marco: “We need to remember to put it on the shopping list. We don’t have any more.”
Sonora: “Do we have any more honey, Honey?”
Marco: “I’ll go and check in the cupboard. If I can just keep honey in my memory until I get there, Mother Hubbard. You know me, Sonora. I might get distracted thinking of your daughter by the time I get to your cupboard.”
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