with a giant hot ham and cheese sandwich in front of me. I explained the situation to Maricel.
"It's just so like her to march in here and demand to toss my house as if it's her inalienable right."
This from the girl who couldn't bother to even say bub-bye when she moved out. She just cleaned her stuff out of the apartment while I was in Columbus for a weekend show. She cleaned a little of my stuff out, too.
"Would a simple 'It's not working out, I'm afraid I'm leaving you.' be so freaking hard?" I asked. "I have no idea why she left. I guess I have some idea, we weren't exactly ideally suited for one and other. But I don't know what prompted her to clear out without a note. You know, I'm not violent, I'm not even a particularly angry guy."
"He wanted his grandmother's jewelry back." Maricel said. I was just sitting there across the table from him and he said. "I'd like to have Grandmother's jewelry back. I'd had it for four years. I said something like, 'huh?' and he said that he wanted his jewelry back and that it was obvious that our relationship wasn't going anywhere and that I never dressed up properly enough to wear anything that nice anyway. Then he took it away and gave it to the teenager."
"Why are we so wonderful and everyone else so awful?" I asked.
"We need more of these chile sour cream chips." Maricel said.
BTW... a few classes at UT and she could have a Master's in education. At least if the credits transfer like the advisor thinks they will. Anybody want to buy a pair of earrings?
See you in the funny papers...
Simon Wolfe
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