An Orderly Mind

He had a disorderly mind. She had an ordered one. She had cerebral files, binders, alphabetized answers for every occasion. He would come to her with questions like - what-do-you-call-it and who’s-his-face and whatever was the name of some thingamajig or other. She would calmly dig into her mental folders, data banks and dossiers and supply him the correct precise response or comment. He would hurry away holding her answer tightly \ in his loose fumbling, bungling and forgetful mind. Then she would happily turn to her main purpose in life which was torturing little animals and laughing maniacally as she listened to their screams.