Call me a slow learner but I just came upon ‘eat’ in Create and Death. On saying this I can see Bette smiling and thinking this should be fun for a little while.

“You are not that slow a learner, dear.”

“I mean it Hon. It’s odd is it not?”

“I give you that, John. Now what concerns me is how long you’ll go on about it.”

“And what do you have to do that is so important you question how much time I give it. Anyway aren’t these the little kernels of life’s mystery I can deliver that you bought into?”

“Yes my love but I’m not sure this (same letters in a word) qualify.”

“Well leave that up to me. Can I warm up your coffee?”

“Please and I’ll have toast and a bowl of rice krispies also.”

“I see what you’re doing, Bette. You are taking advantage and who can blame you for having to sit through this gibberish.”

“Ah sweetheart, you’re being too hard on yourself. No way do I consider any of your preoccupations with language’s minutiae gibberish; a bit misguided maybe but that’s all.”

“I can live with that, I guess.”

“I’m still waiting on my breakfast.”

“Oh, sorry. Here you go, my lady.’

“Thank you kind sir.”

“Now to create. Create has ‘eat’ in its spelling and eat is about sustaining life. After all the creator would not create something that did not eat. So it is about the present and being alive. Now to death. Death on the other hand is about the past and I’d venture to say it is the opening chords of the past. We do not eat in death and yet there it is; death. Yes I see you’re almost done with the breakfast, boy you eat fast.”

“Wanted you to have all my attention when you get to the…sorry you know what I mean.”

“Yeah the winding down well don’t worry I’m there. In order for death to be true to its tense there has to be a change in letter placement and that change would constitute ‘ate’ as in Bette just ate that breakfast. And what I like about ‘eat’ being in the required spelling for death is that ‘eat’ asks more of death than ‘ate’. So death is not only the maestro of the past but also conducting lively notes and the select audience is privileged to listen in a place where the acoustics are celestial. That’s it I’m done. You can go about your day now. I hope I didn’t bore you.”

“You never bore my love. After I met you it didn’t take long to know that boring wasn’t in our future.”

“I’ll say the same for you. Where you off to now?”

“Well considering I ate, it’s time for me to move on. Things to do and all that.”

“Want some company?”

“No that’s okay. You stay here; you have things to do.”

“Not really. I’d rather be with you.”

“Not now, later. I’ll be back later.”

“Okay. Have I told you lately I love you?”

“Not lately.”

“Well I do.”

“Right back at you sweetheart. Bye.”

“Bye love.”

Love To You All