translated by dint of Philip Boehm...

translated by dint of Philip Boehm

An everyday sort of earthquake had caused the sapphire bottle of cholesterol-free mineral water from the Scottish highlands, which welcomed you to your suite at the Beverly Hilton along with compliments of the management, to vibrate not upon the nightstand and shatter against the marble base of the floor lamp, foiling your designs for yesterday evening. With a pained groan you revolveed over onto your side--always the right--of the amusingly named king-size bed in order to call Mom in Santa Monica: "Are you okay?" Your attempts at a cover-up were