A few years ago we beached
our boat on a deserted island and got out to do some exploring.
As I was wandering around
the island, I looked over in a bush and saw a mannequin head.
She was looking right at
me and I knew I had to help her. After all, she was stranded and
helpless on this island.
I picked her up and
proudly placed her on the bow of the boat for our ride home.
The Island King was a
little creeped out by her but I knew he'd warm up to her after he got
to know her.
I named her Clarice.
Except, you have to say it in an Anthony Hopkins voice from Silence
of the Lambs which actually sounds like “Claireece.”
Which means I get to say
“Hello Claireece” whenever I see her.
The odd thing is that this
is the same island my Dad found and rescued a different head on several months
before me.
Not sure what's going on
out there but obviously it's not a safe place for mannequins to hang
out.
I brought Clarice home,
picked the seaweed out of her hair, gave her a bath and she now lives
in my office.
And yes, I talk to her
often.
Talking to her beats
talking to Bob.
The Island King made Bob
for me one day when I mentioned (sarcastically) that he never
listens, which translates into I never have anyone to talk to.
I wonder sometimes if Bob
and Clarice talk quietly among themselves when I'm not around.
The Island Girl looked at
Clarice the other day and said “You are bats$&% crazy. I can
picture you in a cemetery with that thing in the middle of the night
like something out of the Garden of Good and Evil.”
I have no idea why she
thinks that.
