MY ALMOST SECOND BRIDE

MY ALMOST SECOND BRIDE:I was sleeping soundly in my bed in Memphis on Willett Street my dog functioning perfectly well as the mammal in my life.
It is about 4 :30 in the morning and my cell phone rings.
First I incorporate it into my dream but I eventually rise to the sonic occasion and have a look at the name on the caller ID. It is the second girl that almost had the misfortune of marrying me.
I went to do a job in New Orleans (where we had been an item) and looked her up. We spent the whole night drinking and falling in love. In the morning she was in the car with me when I was driving north. A small suit case and several hat boxes and a girl in the car.
It was working out as well as things can work out with me. She had the stamina, the good heart and the ability to forgive. However she also had some serious melancholy and a bit a of a drinking problem.
Dorethy Parker is her role model and after a few drinks her accent changes from a good comforting New Orleans rythem to something that would best be used to trade quips with Scott and Zelda.
She could probubly take a chemical solution to solve part of the problem but rejects this idea. I can understand her point of view as my parents wanted to put me on litium when I was seven and I had the good sense to refuse. However it does not help much when she does stuff like trying to get out of the car in mysterious sections of town when I am still in third gear.
I am trying to decide if I should answer the phone.