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[This is where the summary would go if I'd bothered to write one.]

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She never stopped asking questions. It was always something with that one. Enough to drive a guy to drink or over the nearest cliff. Even when she wasn’t talking, I could see the questions in her eyes. I didn’t know how to stop them. Other than shutting her up permanently, but really now, it’s not like you can go around offing people just for asking questions. Know what I mean?

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve done that before. Though I’m not supposed to talk about it. You can understand, I’m sure. But business is business and the other stuff, well, that’s personal. I try to not mix business with pleasure, though what’s personal ain’t always pleasurable. Damn strangest thing too.

Anyways. One night, couple of weeks ago, Wednesday I think, she calls me just as I’m about to do a job. Wants to know when I’m coming home. Things aren’t going so good, so I’m a little agitated. That’s my excuse. So, angry like I say to her, “I’ll come home when I’m home, bitch.” Oh man. If you think that’s bad you should have heard the things she said to me afterward. I deserved it too. There’s no sense in talking to a lady like that. Okay. So half the time she ain’t much of a lady, but you gotta give people the benefit of the doubt, is what I always say.

I do the job and then I’m sitting in the car, thinking about how badly I want to go home. It’s not like things were cleared up over the phone, you know? I know once I get there she’ll want to talk about it and talk about it and talk about it. But I figure I might as well get it over with right? No sense in prolonging nothing, so I go.

Well, what do you know? I get there and she’s got her suitcases packed. She’s leaving she tells me. Tired of my shit, she says. Knows of plenty of other men who will treat her right. Then she asks, “Don’t you got nothing to say?”

Finally, a question I know the answer to.

“No,” I say and she leaves.

Published 10/01/03 in Writing • | Views: 1809 times | Print

2 Comments & Trackbacks

I tried to write a novel from a woman’s point of view and ended up learning a lot of things because I forced myself to ask Heather questions in order to ensure accuracy.  This is really dumb of me, but I never knew how women’s bra sizes worked until I tried to write from a woman’s perspective.  I did not understand how woman’s clothes sizes worked until I wrote from a woman’s perspective.  It’s wonderful to understand those kind of things, and really being rigorous in one’s writing is a great way to jump-start new thought patterns.  Your post just got me thinking of gender-related viewpoints and stuff.

Posted by sub/ver/sion  on  10/02  at  09:53 PM

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