Blow Up Doll

She walks in like a little beach ball, wearing a round summer dress and swinging her short pink arms. It's nothing but endearing, her plump little beach ball figure, and as she orders a coffee and takes a seat, her feet dangling like ribbons from the chair, I think, what a cute little beach ball girl. Then it gets unexpected. She reaches into her bag and brings out a beach ball. An actual beach ball. Deflated, naturally. She starts to blow it up, filling it with rapid puffs, pausing for breath and then repeating. I look to see if she is getting any smaller as the ball gets bigger, but no, the absurdity of the situation obviously has its limits. Once inflated, she takes a thin black marker from her bag and begins to write a love letter on the panels. Dear Richard, it starts, no doubt it ends with a bang.