He ushered me in, showed me the coffee pot then sat down at his kitchen table which was strewn with what appeared to be human bones. He started whittling one of them.
'They look very much like human bones Rusty' I said. 'What are you doing?'
'Yup' He replied. 'They sure is. I was going through the family closet and found em there. I'm making a marimba'.
'What on earth for?'
'Well Jan, I've been writing a family history for some time and it recently occurred to me to put it to music seein as musicals are all the rage these days... And then I thought what better instrument to accompany the story than a marimba made from skeletons found in the closet'.
'Scary'. I said.
'Not as scary as the story'. He replied as I poured the coffee into black and white mugs.
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I'm sure that you appreciate that marimba is an anagram of 'Mama Rib', a negation of Adam's rib; a rewriting of a common misconception and the Genesis of something very different to the received wisdom of the Old Testament. Family bibles do get soiled in time, I am told, especially the early chapters.
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