Dichroic Orchid, Part 2 ~ Saturday, July 12, 2025

"Mad, Mad Judy"

A: Guilt by association. Poor Ginger.

B: You may be right. You may be right. So wrong.

A: Yes, welcome to Memphis in the '90s.

B: The Mall of Murder. The Ice Storm. Ginger...

A: And Beth...how you forget so easily.

B: So adorable, both of them, back then.

A: As you were much too shy to make a move.

B: Yes, I am still an idiot. Stupid.

A: Be hard on yourself. It won't change the past.

B: Thank you, professor. You are my favorite.

A: I don't need any sad sack sycophants.

B: Buck up or get out? You understand now?

A: I understand. I've got all the answers.

B: Can you tell me about your own mistakes?

A: As if! You must imagine I'm like you.

B: Is solipsism not the norm, Devil?

A: For you and your kind, blind to forgiveness.

B: You're breaking my heart. None to save my soul?

A: Place a nickel in my palm. That is real.

B: Beliefs, concepts, norms, and values are real.

A: Now, who would like to have an argument?

B: Bolsheviks! The tsar up against the wall.

A: Along with his whole family. You're welcome.

B: The end of our humanity, no less.

A: Say less. You know-nothing half-witted twit.

B: Vituperative! Ad hominem, no?

A: Of course, you bleeding-hearted tree-hugger.

B: If you like, professor, shall I leave you?

A: You were never here to begin with. Word!

B: [Thinking]. [Thinking]. [Thinking no more]. [Silence].