Sedaris Helps Out

When I returned this evening, after visiting the puppet factory in which Tellon the Alien will soon be born, I found all the cashmere pillows in my apartment gone. Sedaris was sitting on the couch, smiling serenely as he whittled a life-sized chipmunk out of sandalwood.

"Where hast thou taken the pillows?" I asked, casually. He grinned.

"I did it for you, Blogagaard. I want to help with Operation Mayhem. I want to help you move. All of this, all of this space, is the space I have cleared for you in my heart."

Stunned, I sat down beside David Sedaris in a pile of wood shavings. We sat in silence. Outside, a freed bird sang, and the smell of lilacs drifted in through my window screen. A child laughed, zipping into traffic on a razor scooter.

"I just want you to be happy," Sedaris said, holding up the finished chipmunk to the light. "That's all I've ever really wanted."