I finished her wine. You better be worth it, she joked. I set about trying to prove myself. It was an expensive bottle, she said afterward.
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T 5920
It was years later, after the divorce, that she realized why her son had always been short of tissue. And she couldn’t blame her ex for that.
T 5899
The train stopped amidst fields that stretched toward an uncertain horizon. We’re going to die, he told her. The answer’s still no, she said.
T 5897
In the morning’s glow he licks the dew off her body and she says, I don’t know what’s real. He pinches her and says, That’s going to bruise.
T 5895
I opened the window and she said, But it’s cold, and then she showed me how cold she felt, and then the room was warmer, and soon it was hot.
T 5691
She sat waiting to try on yet more shoes, and he said, I’m getting some big points here, and later that night he said, Way bigger than that.
T 5689
She comments on my hat and I say, It’s a chapeau. She slaps me. The bartender mixes my gin gimlet. I also detest cats, I say. And she purrs.
T 5866
He brushes his teeth, regretting last night. He remembers thinking, I have children, and he brushes harder, until his mouth is full of blood.
T 5856
And then the negotiations; the politics of encounter. You have no ambition, she sighs as he struggles mightily with her bra. Do to, he says.
T 5852
I’m a sweater, I warned her, but she smiled and said, I’m a cardigan. And later, in the dampness of her bed, I could almost smell her regret.
