Tall story

The na-nun-zi talked with my friend "Zebedee" on Friday. Zebedee had distributed doughnuts on the Big Herod's territory. The Big Herod foamed at the mouth again because he thought I had distributed the doughnuts. So it worked itself upwards into the land where they make cuckoo clocks and the na-nun-zi, assistant to the Master cuckoo clock maker called my friend Zebedee. The two of them discussed affairs down here in general and Zebedee told her that many people were upset the way mother was treated before she died. Na-nun-zi told Zebedee how the Big Herod had offered to see mother when she was dying and how he had offered to celebrate the Mass. If I could have vomited on command, I would have. Wrote a nice e-mail to the na-nun-zi in the middle of the night and told her, please, do not rewrite history. There was NO help from the Big Herod. Nada. Nothing. My boss at the time, the Rev. Finkelstein, who is now in a retirement home, jumped in and did everything for mother.