We have GOT to go shopping together sometime and hide underneath the racks or in the stand-up racks (those were the best!). I realize it may be a little bit more difficult than it used to be, but luckily both of us are fairly small people, so I think we should be able to fit.
*TEN YEARS IN THE FUTURE*
Liebke Zimmerman-Loomis: Gosh, Rose, these shoes would look perfect on you . . . oy, wait a minute. Rose? Rose? (looks around)
Ezekiel Zimmerman-Kowalczyk: What's wrong now?
Liebke: Where'd my Rose go?
Ezekiel: Ay gevalt, you'll be the death of me, I say! And you always losing things, your keys, your comb, your wife--
Liebke: And since when are you suddenly Mister Perfect, ah? You get snarky with me I get snarky with you.
Ezekiel: Hey, hey. Why always the fighting?
Liebke: Well, have you seen my wife?
Ezekiel: You mean my sister-in-law! Well, I'll just ask Sugar. Sugar--ay gevalt!
Liebke: What is?
Ezekiel: Oy, my Sugar, she is gone!
Liebke: God forbid!
Ezekiel: Yes, both our wives have left! Fled! Oy vay iz mir, the pain, the pain.
Liebke: And such beautiful shoes that would have looked so beautiful on their beautiful feet!
Ezekiel: All is in vain!
Liebke: Enough already with the sobbing! Why stand around kvetching and gnashing our teeth? We should go to the information desk, I say!
Ezekiel: Brilliant! And call for them on the intercom! Oy vey my brother, you are a genius.
Liebke: Oy vey I am! Wait a second, wait a second . . .
Ezekiel: What? What now?
Liebke: Oy, we have gotten all confused and turned around on our heads! *You* are Rose's husband. *I* am Sugar's husband.
Ezekiel Zimmerman-Loomis: Oy, of course! How could we be so stupid, the two of us?
Leibke Zimmerman-Kowalczyk: God knows.
Ezekiel: Are you sure?
Liebke: Now I am not so sure anymore. No, now I have forgotten.
Ezekiel: O well. Perhaps it is for the best. I could never keep it straight in this neo-hippie anarcho-syndicalist autonomous collective commune in which we're all living.
Liebke Zimmerman: Also we are identical twins, so it is hard to tell if these memories I have of weddings are memories of me in which I am ex post facto perceiving myself from a sort of abstract omniscient semi-supernatural gnostic consciousness into which I have vaulted my ego or just regular memories of you.
Ezekiel Zimmerman: Yes, yes. To the information desk!
(a stand-up rack of garish muu-muus shakes and stifled giggling emanates from within it)














Comments
We're so cool.
Haha, so now we're twins, are we? Well, granted I'm Chinese and you're half-Puerto Rican, and granted we were born over five months apart, and granted our only similarity appearance-wise is eyes within the vicinity of the brown color...yep, we must be twins. I simply cannot find a single flaw in your logic.
(loffs you)
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"To say it has the frango of time, that the greetings of to have the main role, and I am fried for its warm plasma, its his stars frango gotten ready and this manner, the gift of the frango of ravines agreed." - sentence destroyed by Free Translation.
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