The BJ (Billy Joel, right?) lyrics go:
And she'll promise you more(And he starts humming)
Than the Garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you're bleedin'
But she'll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
Cause she's always a woman to me
But FD has a classical background, so he's not above mixing and matching lyrics and songs. He's making coffee, late, 5:30 a.m., and I meet him down in the kitchen, stumble in to get my tall glass of 2 oz grapefruit juice, ice, 6 oz water. You develop weird tastes when you get old, my father swears by honey and lemon juice in hot water, also a good thing.
I'm wearing my powder blue terry-cloth robe and FD is in his matching maroon. We discuss that the new bag of Papa Nicholas coffee has no Papa Nicholas points for some reason.
He takes his hand and sneaks it under the sleeve of my robe so our two arms are now one arm, handless, just a stream of powder blue and maroon terry-cloth.
I say: You are very silly.
He smiles, can't get over how funny he is.
I say: We're not getting any younger. I, at least am feeling like an older woman.
He jumps right in: Ah, but you break like a little girl.
I smile.
And you're always a bubbie to me.
See how that works?
Flying Bubbish
