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Josh woke up from his nap to the sound of someone trying to sniffle back tears and not doing a very good job of it. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he tried to follow the trail of mysterious tears, which stretched all the way from the pink and yellow bedroom through the tiny pink office to the pink and white living room.
He wondered idly why it didn't bother him that he was living in Barbie's Dream House these days, and decided that was to be set aside for future meditation. Kaatje was sitting curled up on the end of the sofa, surrounded by half a hundred wadded up tissues and wringing a piece of paper between her hands.
"Sweetheart?" he touched her gently on the shoulder. "What happened?"
"A tragedy, a great tragedy, one of epic proportions; a veritable catastrophe, woe and desolation!" she sniffled, blowing her nose with a tissue and tossing it somewhere in the general direction of the trash can. "Woe is me, I have been crushed like a delicate flower under the cold and heartless wheel of life!"
"What happened?"
"I am destroyed, I am utterly despondent! A failure, a wreck; my very soul is ripped to shreds and pounded upon the rocks!"
Josh sighed and gently removed the piece of paper from her hands, trying to piece it back together. "Your latest story got rejected."
"Verily 'tis true."
It was to Josh's credit that he didn't bat an eye at the use of 'verily' in a sentence. He simply got up off the sofa (which was white, with pink pillows) and went into the kitchen (not pink, although the roses on the wallpaper were) to retrieve a small pint of ice cream and a spoon.
Somehow, between the tears and the dramatic exaltations, he managed to pop a spoonful of the stuff in her mouth. And another.
"What flavour is this?" She dabbed her eyes with another hanky, lip trembling.
"Something called Di's Candy Drawer. It's new." He put another spoonful between her lips. "Chocolate and peanuts and rice crisps."
"And caramel." She opened her mouth like a small bird expecting to be fed.
"Looks like it."
Kaatje lay still for several minutes, chewing bites of ice cream thoughtfully, her hand over her eyes. "This iced cream doth have magical restorative powers, truly."
"I thought you might say that. More?"
"Indeed, yes." Sitting up, Kaatje took the rejection letter from his hand, spit on it dramatically and tore it to shreds. "Stupid bastards wouldn't know good erotic fiction if it bit them." She took the small container from him. "Did you want some of this, or can I finish it?"