Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. The drive wound away from me, twisting and turning as it had always done......
But in my dream, I had it all to do over again and I did things a little differently.
First, I would tell that old biddy I was forced to work for to mind her own bee's wax. Max was hot for me and I for him and I was sick of cleaning cigarette butts out of cold cream jars.
Second, I would have sexed it up a bit with Maxim. Having him think of me as a wallflower was a mistake.
But, most important of all, I would settle a score with my old lunatic housekeeper, Mrs. Danvers.
|Cute, isn't she?|
|You only saw her face. Let me tell you, a |
Tic Tac would have gone a long way here.
When I dropped my gloves, I would have made HER pick them up.
When she started to rub Rebecca's clothes all over my face, I would have slapped her and told her to remember her place.
I would have demanded the room with the best view, no matter who its previous inhabitant was.
|I think we could knock out a wall here....|
And when she told me to jump, I would have said "you first."
|Again, the breath was pulverizing.|
|Only non-flammables at Manderley from now on|
And I would have hidden all of the matches when I was not at home.
|I never liked the castle-style, anyway. |
I was thinking more of a colonial or split level next time.
Oh - and one last thing. I would have told Maxim to lighten up a bit. After all, he got away with murder!Clearly, Maxim.....
|There must be more of this!|