The Haunting of Chilled Spouse

A Twisted Halloween Tale in Four-Part Disharmony Image by Author, created in AI. Plexi Glass was in a bit of a pickle. And as she often did when encountering situations she couldn’t resolve by waving about her titanium checkbook, she called her best friend. “Tupper, you have got to get over here immediately.” Tupper Ware, already in a bit of a mood after having to relinquish one of her martinis in order to answer the phone, was not impressed with this entreaty. “Why?” Plexi sighed. “Look, there’s no reason to go into it now. We both know you’ve been drinking, because you’re awake, and I’ll just have to explain it all over again in five minutes. Just grab a pitcher of whatever you’re sucking down today and get over here.” Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang, filling the house with an orchestral arrangement of Elton John’s “The Bitch is Back”. (Said doorbell was a rather fancy one, able to scan the fingerprint of the ringer and then select an appropriate ditty from within its vast…