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~28~ The <strong>Chamber</strong> <strong>Four</strong> Fiction Anthology<br />

threaten her with a kitchen knife before she conceded to let<br />

go of the blender) to keep the flow moving. She learned how<br />

to tighten up a loose-lipped plunger, and the importance of a<br />

flexible rod. Again and again she replaced the water-stained<br />

poster behind the seat showing two hands clasped in prayer<br />

and the words “Easy Does It” written underneath. Yet still<br />

the rebellious commode had difficulties swallowing, and a<br />

string of plumbers started coming up the aluminum steps of<br />

the Chicken trailer, until one by one they started to<br />

stay―later and later―until they showed up at breakfast taking<br />

their coffee black and their toast dry, their rolls having<br />

been slickly buttered all night.<br />

For Malchicken, it was bad enough to hear the snide comments<br />

making the rounds―from plumber to car mechanic to<br />

casino dog―that the jobs at the Chicken trailer paid double<br />

time because there was more than one hole to plunge. It was<br />

crazy enough to notice how the shirt his mother wore in the<br />

mornings had an embroidered name on it that was not similar<br />

to the embroidered name affixed to the jumpsuit the<br />

stranger in the house was wearing, not similar as in not like<br />

Richard is to Dick or Jonathan to John. It was creepy enough<br />

to see the same stranger clang knife to fork as his mother offered<br />

to pack him a lunch, placing two fruit rolls, a soda, a decrusted<br />

sandwich, and an oversized piece of dessert into a<br />

used paper bag that was so soft and worn it made no noise as<br />

she opened it up. She would pause, one hand holding the bag<br />

while the other yanked open drawers, to find a little something,<br />

a knife, a bottle opener, a wooden spoon, anything with<br />

some kind of durable value, in the hopes that the plumber<br />

would have the conscience to return it, along with himself,<br />

later that evening. It was depressing enough to watch his<br />

mother take the green keno pencil she’s saved all these years<br />

from the Chickens’ honeymoon in Vegas, its point a massive<br />

halberd in her hand, and cross off the listings for plumbers,

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