Story A:
Having a relaxing barbecue social was exactly what Neil needed after the longest week in the office. No company-mandated outing would do. He was relieved to have the present company of his close friends and loved ones, and a space free from people like Devonne and Wei. There was too much riffraff in the office now.
Neil took in a deep sigh while sitting in his comfortable, green lawn chair on his front lawn, looking over the sights and sounds of grilling, adults in conversation and children playing. All things were in harmony.
"I guess it is a nice sight," Peter, his closest friend for eighteen years mused. He was already sitting to Neil's left in another lawn chair. He had that movie-star profile, and his well-sculpted frame was draped in a verdant, floral Hawaiian shirt. "Nice to look at what you got. Nice to have a Sunday cookout with a cold brew in your hands."
"Yep, that's right," added good ol' Dan, another close friend, sitting at Neil's left. He was a much larger fellow with a sizable, black beard to match his burly figure. Even in the summertime, he still wore his trademark flannel without sweating at all.
Peter and Dan lifted their bottles of Heineken originals, and Neil did the same to toast. "Very nice," Neil said in complete agreement. "No orders from the boss, and absolutely no one from work in sight!"
"Ehem," coughed a familiar voice near to the three friends. "Hope that present company doesn't ruin that image."
"Uh, hey there, um-" Neil sputtered, searching his mind for the name of a coworker who had interface with almost every day. He was generally very good about scouring his brain quickly and took only half a second to discover that the man's name was not there. Or did that indicate something else?
"-Aaron," the man self-identified. This was awkward. Aaron Benowitz showed up, and at a barbecue of all places. Could this guy even participate given his...religious restrictions?
"Yeah!" Neil exclaimed. "Glad you came, man. How's Leah and the kids?" Neil was willing to do anything to lift the uncomfortable atmosphere. Aaron wasn't as bad as the others, but he was still surprised to see another person from his workplace here at the party.
"All doing well, by Adonai's favor," Aaron answered. "This is a wonderful gathering you have here. I have to thank your wife, Jill, for inviting us here." That would explain it. She always did show kindness to everyone, even to her detriment.
"I don't know what I'd do without her," Neil said, playing along. Might as well make the most of this situation.
"Yep, that's right," chimed Dan.
"You hungry?" Neil asked. "Got something to eat?"
"Oh, we brought our own to this potluck," Aaron explained. "We figured we'd bring a generous variety. We weren't exactly sure what everyone would like." They probably brought matzo balls or whatever that fancy flat bread of theirs is called.
"Thank you," Neil said, trying to stay polite. Hopefully the neighbors wouldn't find the Benowitz family too strange, not that that wasn't inevitable anyway.
"My pleasure," Aaron responded. "We hope you don't mind and that it isn't a problem-"
"-No, not at all," Neil interjected.
"-We just want to set the right kind of impression," the Ashkenazi continued. "We're new to this community. We know in these times that people are starting to get used to us being around a lot more, ever since the war ended." Right. The guilt trip. Whatever.
"We really are glad to have you, man," Peter butted in, a soft smile coming across his pudgy face. "It's not easy putting yourself out there, but you'll find a bunch of warm folk here eager to meet you, myself included. Hey, let me get you a beer." Peter and Aaron walked off to get another cold one from the cooler.
Neil had to conceal his disbelief. Peter, of all people, was the last person he expected to give some warmth to outsiders. Maybe he was just going along with act? The thought made him a little ashamed. Here his friend was doing him a favor getting Benowitz away from him, and he was casting judgment. Man! Neil thought to himself. I really needed this a lot more than I thought!
"We don't really ever talk about work do we, huh?" Neil asked, looking over his shoulder at Dan. "I mean, it's not as I don't like the people I work with - I like some of them - it's just that I don't want to associate with people who just really have no chance of fitting in. Ya know what I mean, right?"
"Yep, that's right," agreed Dan.
"Feels good that we can talk about this stuff," sighed Neil. "I just hope-"
"Hey, what's happening here my man?" Neil recognized that voice. Devonne. Why was he here? How was he here? "Man, ya gots the good stuff here boss, I'll tell ya what! I mean, there ain't the best stuff, but that's why we is here now! Give me some skin!" He was wearing a purple suit and a hat that matched with a large white feather as decoration.
"Why the hell are you here?" Neil growled.
"C'mon baby, don't be like that!" Devonne protested. "Me and Shanice just had to come once we heard about this shindig. Jill didn't seem to mind."
"Yep, that's right," Dan added.
"Fine!" Neil yelled, almost rising out his seat. "But put some proper clothes on first!"
Devonne looked wounded, taken aback by the hostility. "But, where are we supposed to-"
"I don't care!" Neil cut off. "Just go!" And so he went, entering Neil's house. Looking back after the door closed, the cookout was going on as if the situation never occurred at all.
In the wake of a cathartic moment, Neil felt remorse again. Devonne was annoying, but that didn't mean that Neil had to bring himself down to his level. He was the host and that meant he had to act like he truly was better than all that. It was unbecoming to behave so angrily. Still, he didn't like being blindsided, twice now.
Neil lifted himself out of the lawn chair to look for his wife. It didn't take long to find Jill talking with her lady friends by the gazebo. Neil approached, interrupting their conversation without much thought, and said, "Honey, can we talk real quick?"
"Uh, sure babe," she answered, pulling herself away from the group. "What's up?"
"Did you invite Benowitz and Devonne to this party?" Neil asked pointedly.
"I-I invited everyone from your workplace," Jill answered honestly. "I thought-"
"-You thought what?" Neil growled. "Did you think I wanted those types over at my cookout?"
"Our cookout!" she corrected. "And I'm sorry. I didn't think this would be much of an issue."
"Why didn't you just ask me before you told people?" Neil yelled, no longer caring if people could listen in. "I didn't want that trash near my house!"
"Is this about the fact that they're not like us?" Jill asked, incredulous at her husband's anger.
Neil thought things over slowly. "No! Maybe. Yeah!"
"Yep, that's right," agreed Dan, still sitting in his own lawn chair directly behind Jill.
"I guess I am bothered by it!" Neil continued. "The food they eat, the way they talk, their clothes, all of it! It's weird, and I should be bothered by it!"
"Their clothes, Neil?" Jill repeated questioningly.
"That freaking pimp outfit Devonne was wearing!" Neil wailed.
"What are you talking about?" Jill asked.
"What are you talking about, Neil?" Peter also asked, now nearby with Aaron in tow.
"That ridiculous purple suit!" the host exclaimed. Of course he would have to explain everything to those who weren't there to see it.
"He's wearing a white polo with khakis," Peter corrected, his rotund, overweight profile somehow bulging beyond comparison.
"He just put that on inside when everyone wasn't looking!" Neil shouted, steam coming out of his ears.
"He was wearing that from the start," Peter explained. "We all saw from the moment he and Shanice drove in."
"Yep, that's right," Dan chimed.
They were lying. They were all lying. This was some sick joke they were all playing on him. Neil took a look at the crowd of friends and family, looking on in shock at the scene. The only thing that could complete this disaster would be-
"Nihao, everyone!" Neil spun around to see Wei Tu behind him, with his stupid hat and wide bucktooth grin. "Herro, New Yolk!" Whatever rage that hadn't been excised through yelling, came balled up in a closed fist that made contact with Wei's face.
Peter came over to make distance between the two, literally rolling over as quickly as he could. "What are you doing?" he shouted in disbelief at his friend's behavior.
"It's all Jill's fault!" Neil bit. "Stupid broad!"
"Who's Jill?" Aaron asked.
"My wife!" Neil replied, facing his other unwelcome guest.
"You don't have a wife," Peter said, now straightening himself up to his full height of eight feet of pure muscle. "You've never been married."
"Yep, that's right," Dan agreed.
"No, that's not right!" Neil denied, trying to search for the sight of the woman he had loved for almost ten years. But, she wasn't there. She never was. He couldn't even recall a single image of what she looked like. "That can't be right. Can it?"
*****
"Well," Doctor Nielsen mused looking through the one-way glass window, "it seems the patient's symptoms are getting worse. There seem to be even more inner voices now." He and one other were responsible for monitoring the behavior of Neil Anderson, whom could only take comfort in a padded room after the drive-by shooting that almost took his life. His relationship with ex-girlfriend, now felon, had turned tragically sour. Given his past history of abuse though, he had it coming. The man now just wailed barely coherent streams of consciousness in a straight-jacket.
"Yes," agreed Doctor Simmerson, the other main physician presiding over the case of Mr. Anderson. "He appears to develop new personalities with the consumption of different foods."
"His trauma and the way he perceives others must be connected to that," Nielsen posited. "Perhaps we should discontinue these tests knowing the consequences?"
"Not yet," Simmerson interjected, "We need more data. I want to see what happens when we mix the medication with curry and beef."
Nielsen sighed audibly, exasperated at his colleague's abuse of their mutual patient. "I need a different job," he muttered under his breath.