One Hundred Names
“‘It’s a story I’m working on.’ ‘I thought you weren’t working.’ ‘I am, I just don’t know what the story is.’ She sat up and her head pounded so she lay back down again.
‘Are you feeling better today?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You were crying about a stolen bike.’ Kitty groaned, then she threw the covers off and wandered around his bedroom looking for her underwear. ‘Where the hell are my knickers?’ He pinched his eyes closed, then opened them again suddenly. ‘The kitchen.’ He rubbed his eyes. ‘Shit..., my head hurts.’ Kitty found her underwear and the rest of her clothes scattered around his tiny kitchen. She looked out the window. ‘Where are we again?’ ‘Stoneybatter,’ he called groggily from the bedroom.
‘You know a guy named Dudley Foster?’ ‘No, why?’ ‘He’s on my list.’ She pulled her jeans on.
‘What list?’ ‘My story.’ He appeared at the door in his underwear, and her vision of him now and the memory of how he looked last night were not one and the same.MoreLess
‘Are you feeling better today?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You were crying about a stolen bike.’ Kitty groaned, then she threw the covers off and wandered around his bedroom looking for her underwear. ‘Where the hell are my knickers?’ He pinched his eyes closed, then opened them again suddenly. ‘The kitchen.’ He rubbed his eyes. ‘Shit..., my head hurts.’ Kitty found her underwear and the rest of her clothes scattered around his tiny kitchen. She looked out the window. ‘Where are we again?’ ‘Stoneybatter,’ he called groggily from the bedroom.
‘You know a guy named Dudley Foster?’ ‘No, why?’ ‘He’s on my list.’ She pulled her jeans on.
‘What list?’ ‘My story.’ He appeared at the door in his underwear, and her vision of him now and the memory of how he looked last night were not one and the same.MoreLess
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