Pillow Talk

I watched. I watched everything. I saw how they threw their arms around each other and started kissing. I observed how the woman cried as he held her close saying,"I'll never leave you again!"

"I hate movies like this..." I said as I looked over at Toshlin, who at the moment was occupied with a tissue in her hands and tears streaming down her puffy cheeks. "It's just so special!", she said.

I rolled my eyes and stood up.

This movie was pointless. "This is not how life plays out, Toshlin." She looked at me with frustration in her eyes."You don't know how life plays out in these situations. You've never been in a serious relationship."

Oh, but I have been. The dear, plump Toshlin just wasn't around for it.

The year was 1932, and I was just beginning my job at Mystery, Co. when I was partnered up with The Mystery Man. We were the first two employees working there and the only two employees who kept their identities a secret. Our team name was, 'The M.D. (The Mystery Duo)'. Anyway, we were on our second case and the man we were chasing was a pillow thief. Somehow, we had gotten split up. I was walking down a long hallway, when a pillow hit me in the face. I immediately started snorting, then laughing. I looked over and it was the thief. I put my gun away and we started talking. He was funny and handsome.

A couple of days later we went out for coffee. Then we started dating. After 8 months, he asked me to marry him and I accepted.

We were married for two years when he died. Some say he died peacefully in his sleep, some say he loved pillows so much that he ended up eating one. But, the autopsy report says that his obsession of pillows was so difficult for his wife to bear that she smothered him in his sleep with the thing he loved even more than her. I was so upset when I found out he had a second wife.

Yes, Toshlin doesn't know about my being a widow to a previously married man, but, she doesn't need to know.