by Norman Levine
Im not going to answer that call. It could be the Agency again. I told them Im done being a double agent urban guerilla. Ive infiltrated my last gang. Im too all in to be outed. I cant handle the prospect of having my cover blown. Theyll throw me off the bowling team. Ill have to resign as president of the P.T.A. Everyone in Bible study group thinks Im a mild-mannered pharmacist. Ive seen friends disappear. In fact I vanished for eleven months in Tierra del Fuego at some penguin-ridden safe house. Those black and white birds arent cute after a few weeks.
When my kids
played in the Little League pennant race I was impersonating an arms dealer
in a Cappadocian cave. When they graduated from high school I was turning
an election in Indonesia. Besides, my memory is faulty. I cant remember
why I helped overthrow the Ukrainian regime or which side I fought for
in Guatemala. At one time I could lie in seven languages but couldnt
tell the truth in any of them. Its all over now, those glory days.
I have so many skeletons in my closet there's no room for the vacuum cleaner.
I dont remember if I have three kids with my second wife in Slovenia
or two kids with third wife in Slovakia. I just flushed my cyanide pill
down the toilet.