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|25||And the Web Goes On Weaving Itself||
Barbie left my heart in near fatal condition.
Nitty meanwhile, back in Israel, age 30 and a few minutes,
had her hormones suddenly jump to attention,
and she took her then husband to a mutual shrink,
and had all three of them sign the papers for Nitty's next attack.
It took Nitty six months more to slowly and
gently break the news to me.
Never quite saying anything definite,
except that she is coming to stay
for a month of relaxation at my place in The States.
I called up her husband and verified with him that
he too signed off the papers,
as Nitty will only tell me of the
shrink trio after success was safe in pocket.
Are you sure you know what you are doing?
Are you aware of the history?
He was very terse:
I have full confidence in her.
She will do as she pleases.
I am well aware of the facts.
During those six months, Barbie, a friend now,
was getting quite agitated with the whole thing, and
I started spending some time on my back again.
As usual, nobody cared for my say in any of these matters.
But as the self-import day grew closer and better defined,
I forced my conscience to overcome my hormones for the
two weeks prior to arrival day.
|27||Counting for Papers||
Nitty came over for a month and stayed
for a month and a half,
the most her airline ticket could offer.
All the while Barbie was pressing me to chase her off,
promising shear heaven.
Over the phone, except for a single meet on her birthday.
You owe me at least that much, she said.
So we met and she offered me the back thing again.
I refused this time, and felt very mature for just a few weeks.
Nitty loved the counting,
and counted three times daily on weekdays,
and ten times a weekend, totaling twenty five a week.
Six weeks makes a hundred and fifty.
She loved comparing too.
With her husband it was once a week during good times,
and once in two in bad times.
That makes a hundred and fifty in about two years.
|28||A Month with Neither||
I drove Nitty to the airport,
and landed back at Barbie's place rather
than going home that evening.
Naturally, we did it again, and again for several days.
Meanwhile Nitty, back in Israel is a very honest person,
and broke off the news to her husband regarding
the events in The States, as if it was any news.
She probably pissed him off mostly with the
statistical reports she was preparing,
as I have no clue why the whole sequence of events
took such an unconscious and destructive path.
First, within the several days Barbie was still doing me,
it was agreed between them they will never do each other again.
He got a court order to imprison her in the country
for as long as the divorce is not finalized.
Nitty meanwhile was looking for support overseas,
begging me to promise her future doos over the phone
so she can survive the hardships of divorce.
So I did, and broke it off with Barbie again.
Within a month all the papers were signed,
including Nitty's airline re-import ticket.