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July 7, 2004
The trunk of the car springs open and inside he places the plastic bag containing two bottles of wine bought just for tonight's dinner at his friend's house. He snaps his fingers, bounds to the corner of the garage, and returns with a lacrosse stick, which joins the wine.

"Why are you bringing that?" she says.

"Christine plays lacrosse," he says.

"So? Do you expect a spontaneous outbreak of lacrosse sometime during the evening?" she says.

He never plays lacrosse. She knows he has the stick just to impress his friend's All-American wife.

Like anyone gives a fuck, she thinks.