Roy meets Mr. Clean by Betty "What in the world is that man hollering about now. If it isn't one thing it's another. I'd almost swear that I had three children instead of two, but then when his partner is around...well." JoAnne mused. "Jo...Come...quick," Roy yelled for a second time. Sighing, JoAnne began to climb the stairs. Part of her sympathized with Roy...after all he was sick...almost delirious at times when his temperature spiked over the past 24-hours. "I'm coming, Honey," she said halfway up the stairs. "I'm...dying, Jo... Hurry." "Of course you're dying, Roy. We all are," she mumbled under her breath. "And what happens when I get sick...I still have to get the kids out the door...I still have to clean up the house...make dinner...help with homework...get the kids bathed and to bed...what do I get...sicker before I get better 'cause there's no one to wait on me hand and foot." "Jo," Roy screamed, his voice squeaking from his scratchy throat. "What?" JoAnne said poking her head inside the bathroom door. "I'm...dying, Jo." "Really, since when,"JoAnne replied. "Jo," Roy cried. "There...is...something...terribly...wrong...with...me," he stuttered. "Yes Roy, I know. You're sick. You have the flu and strep throat. Remember, I've been looking after you ever since you're partner brought you home yesterday from the hospital." Roy nodded and then pointed into the toilet, "But, Jo...look. It's...blue. My ... pee ... is .... blue." JoAnne slowly walked over to the toilet trying hard to contain her grin. She glanced into the bowl and then up at Roy. "Honey, it's not your pee that's blue. It's the new stuff I bought yesterday at the grocery store for the toilet. It's supposed to clean, deodorize, and keep the bowl fresh. And around here we need all the help we can get in that department," she asserted. "You...mean...I'm...not...dying?" he croaked. "Not today Roy or at least not this minute, but I'm telling you if you continue to keep me off schedule, you might meet your demise yet." Roy looked at his wife and then allowed her to help him back to bed. "Now you be a good little patient and I'll bring you your breakfast and medicine very soon," JoAnne said, a smile pulling at her lips. Roy looked at his wife with big blue sad puppy dog eyes and nodded. |