Tano says I should order my own fucking takeout if I can't make
up my mind until he's done dialing. Tano says every time I go in
the kitchen, I get salt on the floor.|
I tell him I'm premenstrual.
"Well, you don't have to get the salt on the floor," he says.
"No," I say, "I'm sad. Everything I do annoys you. There is a direct relationship between how much you love someone and how much they annoy you."
"I told you," he says, "I don't love you."
"Look," I say, "it even annoys you when I tell you I annoy you."
When I get out of the shower, Tano comes to watch, because he knows I'm going to be dripping everywhere and he hates that I get everything wet. Have I mentioned that the first time Madlyn took a shower at Tano's, she dried herself completely before she came out?
The last time I kissed the married man, the time in his car, was 15 minutes before he told me he had to stop fucking me because of his kids ("and besides, I don't give a shit about you"), which was five minutes before he smashed the car ahead of him and I left him, right there, and walked home.
As I drip my way out the bathroom door, Tano steps aside with two magazines in his hand. I tell him he needs to put the magazines down and act like he loves me, but he says he needs to browse. He needs to browse a little every day because it's ancillary information that drives him.
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