Focus, focus I tell myself. My husband comes into the computer room and stands behind me for a few seconds. “What’s that?” he says. I quickly scan the screen to see what he might be referring to. “What?” I ask. “That!” I look up to see him staring at Edgar who is now sitting quietly. “That’s Edgar Allen Poe,” I explain, and continue my writing. He walks past and settles at his own computer desk. But then, “Why is he naked?” he asks.
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Naked?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thou art not serious art thou?!?!
Stars of Heaven, no! It was indeed my spouse’s way of directing my attention to the fact that there is a world outside the computer screen, and that he abides there.
Edgar has at all times been nothing but a proper gentleman and now more happily spends his time on the bookshelves, away from the computers,and remains fully dressed.