Shakespeare's Trollop
““I’m on my way back,” he said. “Maybe I can come down Sunday afternoon.”
I felt a flash of resentment. He’d drive down from Little Rock for the afternoon, we’d hop into bed, and he’d have to go back for work on Monday. I made myself admit that I had to work Monday, too, that even if he stayed in Shakespeare we wouldn’t get to see each other that much. Seeing him a little was better than not seeing him at all…as of this moment.
“I’ll see you then,” I said, but my pause had been perceptible and I... knew I didn’t sound happy enough.
There was a thoughtful silence on the other end of the line. Jack is not stupid, especially where I’m concerned.
“Something’s wrong,” he said at last. “Can we talk about it when I get there?”
“All right,” I said, trying to soften my voice. “Good-bye.” And I hung up, taking care to be gentle with the telephone.
I was a little early. I propped myself against the wall by Deedra’s apartment door and waited for Lacey.MoreLess
I felt a flash of resentment. He’d drive down from Little Rock for the afternoon, we’d hop into bed, and he’d have to go back for work on Monday. I made myself admit that I had to work Monday, too, that even if he stayed in Shakespeare we wouldn’t get to see each other that much. Seeing him a little was better than not seeing him at all…as of this moment.
“I’ll see you then,” I said, but my pause had been perceptible and I... knew I didn’t sound happy enough.
There was a thoughtful silence on the other end of the line. Jack is not stupid, especially where I’m concerned.
“Something’s wrong,” he said at last. “Can we talk about it when I get there?”
“All right,” I said, trying to soften my voice. “Good-bye.” And I hung up, taking care to be gentle with the telephone.
I was a little early. I propped myself against the wall by Deedra’s apartment door and waited for Lacey.MoreLess
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