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Waldo jeffers had reached his limit. it was now mid-august which meant that he
had been separated from marsha for more than two months. two months, and all he
had to show was three dog-eared let
And two very expensive long-distance phone calls. true, when school had ended
and she’d returned to wisconsin, and he to locust, pennsylvania. she had sworn
to maintain a certain fidelity, she w
Date occasionally, but merely as amusement. she would remain faithful.

But lately waldo had begun to worry. he had trouble sleeping at night and when
he did, he had horrible dreams. he lay awake at night, tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector,
Welling in his eyes. as he pictured marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
and the smooth soothing of some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final
caresses of sexual oblivion. it was mo
An the human mind could bear.

Visions of marsha’s faithlessness haunted him. daytime fantasies of sexual
abandon permeated his thoughts. and the thing was they wouldn’t understand how
she really was. he, waldo, alone, unders
This. he had intuitively grasped every nook and cranny of her psyche. he had
made her smile, and she needed him, and he wasn’t there (aaahh..). the idea
came to him on the thursday before the mu
Parade was scheduled to appear. he had just finished mowing and etching the
edelsons lawn for a dollar fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there
was at least a word from marsha. there w
Thing more than a circular form the amalgamated aluminum company of america
inquiring into his awing needs. at least they cared enough to write.

It was a new york company. you could go anywhere in the mail. then it struck
him, he didn’t have enough money to go to wisconsin in the accepted fashion,
true, but why not mail himself? it was a
Ly simple. he would ship himself parcel post special delivery. the next day
waldo went to the supermarket to purchase the necessary equipment. he bought
masking tape, a staple gun and a medium s
Cardboard box, just right for a person of his built. he judged that with a
minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. a few airholes, some
water, perhaps some midnight snacks and it wo
Robably be as good as going tourist.

By friday afternoon, waldo was set. he was packed and the post office had
agreed to pick him up at three o’clock. he’d marked the package
"fragile", and as he sat curled up inside, res
The foam rubber cushioning he’d thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the
look of awe and happiness on marshas face as she opened the door, saw the
package, tipped the deliverer, and then o
It to see her waldo finally there in person. she would kiss him, then, maybe
they could see a movie. if he’d only thought of this before. suddenly rough
hands gripped his package and he felt hi
Barne up. he landed with a thud in a truck and then he was off.

Marsha bronson had just finished setting her hair. it had been a very rough
weekend. she had to remember not to drink like that. bill had been nice about
it though. after it was over he’d said t
E still respected her and, after all, it was certainly the way of nature, and
even though, no he didn’t love her, he did feel an affection for her. and,
after all, they were grown adults. oh, wh
Lly could teach waldo - but that seemed like years ago. sheila klein, her very,
very best friend walked in through the porch screen door and into the kitchen.
"oh, it’s absolutely maudlin o
E." "ach, I know what you mean, I feel all icky!" marsha
tightened her cotton robe with the silk outer edge. sheila ran her finger over
some salt grains on the kitchen table, lick
R fingers and made a face. "i’m supposed to take these salt pills,"
but she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like throwing up."
marsha started to pat herself under the c
An exercise she’d seen on television. "g-d, don’t even talk about tha
T." she got up from the table and went to the sink where she picked up a
bottle of pink and blue vitamins. "want one? supposed to be better than
steak." and attempted to touch her
S. "i don’t think I’ll ever touch a daiquiri again." she gave up and
sat down, this time nearer the table that supported the telephone. "maybe
he’ll call." she said to sheila
Ance. sheila nibbled on a cuticle. "after last night, I thought maybe
you’d be through with him." "i know what you mean, my g-d, he was
like an octopus. hands all over the place.&
She gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "the thing is after a
while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all he didn’t
really do anything friday and saturday
Kind of owed it to him, you know what I mean." she started to scratch.
sheila was giggling with her hand over her mouth. "i’ll tell you, I feel
the same way, and even after a while,&q
Here she bend forward in a whisper, "wanted to," and now she was
laughing very loudly.

It was at this point that mr. jameison of the clarence darrow post office rang
the door bell of the large colored stucco frame house. when marsha bronson
opened the door, he helped her carry the
Age in. he had his yellow and green slips of paper signed and left with a
fifteen cent tip that marsha had gotten out of her mothers small beige pocket
book in the den. "what do you think i
" sheila asked. marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back. she
stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living room:
"i don’t know."

Inside the package waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the muffled
voices. sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down the
center of the carton. "why don’t yo
K at the return address and see who it is from? " waldo felt his heart
beating. he could feel the vibrating footsteps. it would be soon.

Marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label. "it’s
from waldo." "that schmuck!" said sheila. waldo trembled with
expecta- tion. "you might as well o
T," said sheila. both of them tried to flip the stable flap.
"ah," said marsha groaning. "he must have nailed it shut."
they tagged at the flap again. "my god, you
A power drill to get this thing opened." they pulled again. "you
can’t get a grip!" they both stood still, breathing heavily. "why
don’t you get the scissors," said shei
Arsha ran into the kitchen, but all she could find was a little sewing
scissors. then she remembered that her father kept a collection of tools in the
basement. she ran downstairs and when she c
Ack, she had a large metal cutter in her hand. "this is the best I could
find." she was out of breath. "here, you do it. I’m gonna die."
she sank into a large fluffy couch an
Aled noisily. sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape and the end
of the cardboard, but the blade was too big and th
Ere was not enough room. "g-ddamn this thing!" she said feeling very
exaspe- rated. then smiling "i got an idea." "what? " said
marsha. "just watch," said
A touching her finger to her head.

Inside the package, waldo was transfixed with excitement that he could hardly
breathe. his skin felt prickly from the heat and he could feel his heart
beating in his throat. it would be soon. sh
Stood upright and walked around to the other side of the package. then she sank
down to her knees, grasped the cutter by both hands, took a deep breath and
plunged the long blade through the mid
F the package, through the middle of the masking tape, through the card- board
through the cushioning and (thud) right through the center of waldo jeffers
head, which split slightly and caused l
Rhythmic arcs of red to pulsate gently in the morning sun...