Barry Munday Page #3

you get up and walk

around Lucy's desk

like a four-balled tomcat.

And what's worse,

you don't even care enough

to cover it up.

Also,

it's just my

opinion, but...

I don't think men

should wear makeup.

See you tomorrow,

Barry.

Okay.

You have one message.

- Yo, Mundo,

you know who it is.

Where the hell you been?

Sh*t, bro, listen,

you'll never guess

where I am right now.

Regional Air Guitar Semifinals.

So, I was thinkin',

if I make it onto the finals,

maybe you could use

a little ta-da,

we raise a glass

down at the Beaver Tree.

Titty bar bush, baby.

Be there,

or be a f***in' tool.

Later!

- End of messages.

"Dear Mr. Munday,

I have been retained

to represent the interests

of Miss Ginger Farley.

Miss Farley believes

that you are the father

of her unborn child conceived

on or about February 11th.

I have been retained

to establish paternity,

and to obtain

a child support order

consistent with our state's

rules ofjudicial administration.

If you wish

to admit paternity,

I can draft

all necessary documents.

If you wish

to deny paternity,

I will seek an order

of the court for DNA testing.

Please contact me

within 10 days.

Sincerely, Newton Creech,

Attorney at Law."

Ginger Farley?

Who the f***

is Ginger Farley?

Mr. Munday,

Newton Creech here.

Hi.

Yes sir, um,

well, I got

your letter.

Yes you did.

First off,

this Ginger Farley,

how does she know

that I'm the father of the baby?

I mean...

well, yeah,

how does she know?

That's an easy question.

According to Miss Farley,

she has had intercourse

one time

in her entire life...

with you, on February 11th

of this year.

It wasn't hard for her

to figure it out.

Wow. Okay.

Where did we meet,

me and Miss Farley?

Let's not

play games, Barry.

If you want to play games,

please, go hire a lawyer.

No, sir,

I'm not playing games.

I just...

Hey, just wanna make sure

the baby's mine, right?

Um, I mean, I'll take

a blood test voluntarily.

Do you really have

no recollection

of your sexual encounter

with Ginger Farley?

Because Mr. Munday,

I find that really hard to believe.

Ah, so...

could we meet,

Ginger Farley and I?

Maybe coffee, or pastry?

Wow. You know

what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna tell Ginger

you'd like to meet her somewhere

and she can call you.

How's that?

That'd be great.

Okay.

You know, Mr. Munday,

they say one man's burden

can be another man's happiness.

Thank you.

It's strange, I honestly can't explain

why it only occurred

to me just now,

I end with me.

No more Mundays.

I'm it, the very last.

That thought rose slowly

to the surface of my mind,

and on top

of everything else.

I guess it never seemed

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