Ellen picks up on the first ring.
"Ellen." Sharon. BFF and all
"You ever take a look at those
online dating sites?"
"Sharon, I've been officially
divorced for.." Ellen consults her watch. "...all of two
hours and twenty-seven minutes. Lemmie let it sink in."
"Bobby has what?"
"Looked at the dating sites. All
"Well good for him. He's a free
man. He's an idiot, but he's a free man."
"Ellen, you need to know..."
"What Bobby does now is his own
business. Let him climb the Empire State Building for all I care."
"Did you know Bobby runs
Ellen chokes on her coffee. "Must've
taken up jogging in the past couple of hours."
"And that he was the valedictorian
of his college class?"
Ellen narrows her eyes. "Bobby
didn't go to college."
"Well he most certainly did. He is
a heart surgeon, after all." Sharon bursts into gales of
laughter. "You should see his picture. Twenty years old, at
Ellen laughs. "Well, let the poor
sop who chooses him figure it out. I'm done with him."
"Never married. No kids,"
"Wait a blasted minute. What did
Ellen slams down the phone, sits up in
her chair and fires up her computer. She finds her ex-husband online;
smiles at his photograph. "You look real good, Bobby. But we
can fix that, can't we?"
She guesses his password on the first
try. "Forget you married a hacker, you hack?" she asks.
She downloads his photograph and saves
it to his desktop. "Let me doctor the surgeon," she says,
adding a wrinkle here, a pimple there. She inserts a double...no a
triple chin. "That will do nicely," she says. She uploads
the photograph, resets her ex-husband's password and shuts down her
Ellen answers the telephone on the
first ring. "Hello."
"Ellen," Sharon says. "What
did you do?"
Ellen smiles. "How does he look?"
"Horrible." Sharon laughs.
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