The “job search” seems to have ended in a mystery job. Mystery to me, at least, but it is vague to Burt as well.
He wants me to get him business cards (albeit they’re round, as he describes them).
He assigns numbers to his staff, and I am #1 tomorrow, then #2 the next day, etc. Ironically, I find this confusing, and he does not.
Burt reports that I will like this other wife. He says she’s a nice girl and takes good care of him. I say, “You’re a lucky man to have two of us so devoted to you.” He answers.”What?” I say again. He throws his hand in the air in an I-deserve-it gesture.
this is our life 