When Bill Schmalfeldt’s wife died, I made a promise to myself to leave him alone to grieve for two weeks. Three days in, he doesn’t seem to be grieving much, nor does he seem to want to be left alone. If that’s what he wants, far be it from me to deny him.
He really is such an adorable little impotent rage monkey, I know it isn’t fair to give him web-wedgies every day. But I made a promise to myself, Zombie Ann Landers. And I was sort of looking forward to the break.
If he really, really wants to continue being made a fool of while mourning his late wife, don’t I have a duty to oblige him? Isn’t it the right thing to do? I feel certain that it’s what he would do if our positions were reversed, but he’s not any sort of exemplar of proper behavior.
Help me, Zombie Ann Landers! You’re my only hope!
Zombie PaulLee Stranahan-Krendler