Susan + diamonds + parts

My step-sis derived from diamonds and amphibian parts. She is a goiter on the seam of the world; a salad where dessert is desired; a soreness where calm is needed.

She is a pimple on the fold of the nose where you can't reach without damaging your ducts.

Step-sis Susan, indeed. In the course of her nuptual dance she skidded to a halt and began sobbing, telling all assembled that she'd made a terrible mistake -- she had had sex with a bar wench in Bavaria. At first it seemed like a sick joke; this unnatural act with another woman, some hears hence likely when she was last in Bavaria. (I get regular updates on her location, ovulation schedule and March Of Dimes donations.) Surely, it was all a charade.

As it turns out, it was. She turned her frown upside and the man with the trombone in the band went, "WHOMP-WHOMPPP" to singal the jab. Everybody whose teeth were alread gnashing began soon to laugh, sure, but the damage was done. Donnegal, her dearly beloved -- and quite a man, if you ask me -- was only two hours married, but he was done. He dropped her like a bassinet three weeks later, by which time she was already pregnant... by the doorman.

The baby was to become a beloved laborer in the court of H.L. Mencken's sister, in the third realm of Alcatraz.

I have since cut off contact with her, though she has written by a long scrawled letter in blood which I will read at my earliest convenience.