Hell In A Hand BasketShe threw the paper chicken at his head, and stormed angrily out of the room. She slammed the door so hard that it shook the dangling crystals on the chandelier.
The paper chicken had lodged in his hair. When he turned to walk toward the window, the paper chicken fell first to his shoulder, and then fluttered to the plushly carpeted floor without a sound.
When he got to the window, he parted the heavy drapes. He looked down to see her pulling away on her Vespa scooter. He let the drapes slowly fall away from his fingers. He turned around and walked over to where the paper chicken lay. He bent over and picked it up. He took it over to the cork bulletin board that hung by the wall phone. He pulled out one of the push pins, a red one, and he speared the paper chicken to the board.