Monday

For the curious (like me) it doesn't appear as if Ms. Mantis ate him. I've been closely following the pair since Friday evening. Saturday morning they were a stem apart. Saturday evening she was laying on her back smoking a cigarette and he was looking for his golf shoes. Sunday afternoon, they were still on the same plan(e)t, but she was SO over him, and he was doing his best impression of an old wooden clothespin.

By Sunday evening, Friday was merely a faint memory for her. She packed up the kids and went to her mother's. Her mother, generally a kind woman, scoffed and said "I told you it wouldn't last. He had shifty eyes."