F is for Fails

“Well, what were you doing?”

“I needed to get that bag back.  I shouldn’t have sent it over.  How was I to know someone else would come over?”

“That bag was over to your house.  I left it on your porch like you asked.  I don’t think you’re telling me everything.”

“The cops were happy with what I told them.  I don’t even have to talk to you.  S’posed to stay away from you and Ilsa.  Just came over to get the rest of my stuff.”

“I’m disappointed with your breaking into my house.  There wasn’t anything in the laundry room.  Told you I took the dress and bag to your house.  It’s no use telling me stuff like that.  I want to know why you came to my house, broke in the back door.  Ciminy, Patty.  Ilsa’s hand was sliced to the bone.”

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad.  She got a couple stitches, that’s all.”

“Were you there?  Did you see it?”

“She told me.”

“C”mere.  Go up the stairs.  Fact, I think you should help me clean this up, don’t you think?  Yeah, I think I’ll call Ilsa and have her come and watch.”

“Wow.  Is that all her blood?”

“Yes.  Now, are you going to tell me what you were doing here and who you were with?”

“I can’t.  I don’t know who was up here.  Told you already.  I wanted that bag back.”

“Well, we’ll just go over to your house and look at that bag, that dress and whatever else you picked up at the dump.”

“It’s not there.  That’s what I keep telling you.  I came to get it.  Thought you brought it back to your house.  I didn’t want to wake you up.  If I’d known you were awake, I’d have knocked and come in.  I don’t know who else was here.”

“If you’re lying to me, I’ll come looking for your sorry self.  Man, I’m wishing I’d have let Irene knock your silly self black and blue.  You sure you got that stuff at the dump?”

“Don’t believe me then.  I don’t care.  I don’t know what else to say.  I’ll show you where I found all of that stuff, if you want.  C’mon, let’s go.”

“I’ll find out what’s going on sooner or later.  Help clean this up.  Then we’ll go.”