Sunday, August 15, 2010

Sunday Funday

"We're moving where?"

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  1. “We're moving where?”

    I sniffed, and slid the photograph across the table. “There.”

    Marie flicked the picture away without looking at it.

    “You asked,” I pointed out.

    “I wasn't asking about the house.” She crossed her arms across her chest. “I was asking you to repeat the first thing you said.”

    “What?” I put on my best confused face. I followed it immediately with my best sudden realization face. “Oh that!” Then my best innocent face. “You mean when I said we'd be moving to Cleveland to . . .” – I mumbled the last several words.

    “I thought that's what you said.”

    I smiled at her. “So we're all good then?”

    A raised eyebrow. Fingers drumming on the table surface. “How about without the mumbles?”

    “You really don't want to know.”

    A second raised eyebrow. “Oh, I thought you were dissembling so that I didn't break down in weeping with joy.”

    I coughed.

    She took a deep breath and somehow seemed to cross her arms even more tightly.

    “It's really not a big deal. It's just a work thing. You know. They assign me. They me where to move. You move along with me and keep writing your world-astonishing, best-yelling young adult romance novels. We all go own happily.”

    Both eyebrows pinched tightly over the bridge of her nose.

    “We're moving . . .”


    “Into that house . . .”


    “Which is right next to . . .” – mumbling.

    Marie stood as straight and rigid as a person might. She extended the index finger of her right hand. It was just as straight and rigid. “One more try.”

    “Right next to Erica's house.”

    “Erica being . . . ?”

    “My daughter from a high school fling.”

    Marie's mouth twisted. “You're welcome to . . .” – she broke off in mumbling.