Except, let’s be clear: it’s not a chomp or a lub or a duhn, it’s a saliva-chewing inverse whistling noise. And there it is again.
Let’s stick with calling it a twitch.
He was, as far as I know, an otherwise perfectly good doctor, (and, I should stipulate, is a good man) but there was a twitch (twitch), and there was the fact that, such as seems to happen in these small-town stories, he also went to our synagogue and sometimes he’d have me shirtless on an exam table on a Friday and then shake my hand (twitch-twitching) in services on a Saturday. And there was also this: his brother was the husband of our mom’s then-best-friend, so sometimes Twitch and we shared holiday meals together, too.
That wasn’t awkward.
Twitch twitch (made me take my clothes off) (pass the salt).
So. Hello, present tense.
You guys, I’m having a problem.
My darling L (who is apparently prone to picking up unconscious habits
Any brilliant advice?
Pssst-- on a very different topic, would you like $75 to spend on pretty things? Of course you would!