Talks...

    Here are some conversations I've had over the past couple of days:

 

    "Don't call me 'KSG' in your journal."

    "Why not?"

    "It makes me sound like a radio station."

    "So what should I call you?"

    "I don't know."

    "Can I call you Hildico?"

    "What?"

    "Atilla the Hun's wife."

    

    Then, there came Thursday night's surprise dinner:

 

    "I made your favorite." She said.

    "You know?  I don't really have a favorite."

    "I made meatloaf."

    "I like meatloaf."

    "I know.  It's your favorite."

    "Who told you that?"

    "I called your brother, and he said that meatloaf was your favorite."

    "Honey?"

    "Yes?"

    "Why are there raisins in this?"

    "Do you like it?"

    "I don't think you should talk to my family anymore."

 

    Then:

 

    "You're an idiot."

    "Why can't I call you Hildico?"

    "It's so ugly."

    "It's Hunnish."

    "My name's Allison."

    "You said you didn't want me to use  that name in my journal."

    "I know.  But, I really don't like being called KSG.  Just don't tell people where I work.  They are fussy about that sort of thing." 

    "Okay, Allison the Brit."

    "You're an idiot."

    "I know."

 

-DP