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I was just as angry as Brigid by the time she came out and we were about to launch into the Valentine's Screaming Match of the Century. Our first screaming match even, let's get that on the calendar. Squared off and red-faced, we could only glare at each other when the phone rang. Again. We stood there, half naked and poised to strike. She, to intercept me to the phone should I have balls enough to actually try for it. Me ready to rip the damn phone out of the wall. Instead we listened to the machine pick up, and heard a familiar voice. Not the ex's this time. A sigh of relief escaped us both and then was sucked back in with the sudden punch the word suicide delivers. Maybe I hadn't grown balls but I knew there was no way Brigid would stop me from taking this call. I brushed past her and picked up the phone. There was no recovering the
mood of course. It was at least as ruined as dinner. We picked at bits
of crusty duck, sulking. I caught her glance and led it around the mess
we'd left in the living room. We looked at each other again and laughed
wearily. Not a very auspicious first Valentine's Day. The following year
was much quieter and it wasn't until we hadn't had messages for days I
finally realized someone had unplugged the phone. ---------------------------> lounge . nourish . host . laze . home . |
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