Interruption
This is post 3 of Section III. To begin at the beginning, go here. Section II begins here. Section III begins here.
The trouble with Ed, Gwen felt, was that he thought the world would get along just fine if only some sort of treaty of mutual forbearance could be arranged: he would leave it alone, it would leave him alone. He couldn’t understand why she was always trying to change things. He saw all the problems—dimly, at least—but as far as he was concerned shouting about them was tantamount to poking a wasp’s nest with a short stick.
The phone by the fax machine interrupted her musings. It was Chloe.
“Hello, Mother?” she said.
“Yes, dear? Is everything all right?” It was not her usual time for calling.
“Um—well—”
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The trouble with Ed, Gwen felt, was that he thought the world would get along just fine if only some sort of treaty of mutual forbearance could be arranged: he would leave it alone, it would leave him alone. He couldn’t understand why she was always trying to change things. He saw all the problems—dimly, at least—but as far as he was concerned shouting about them was tantamount to poking a wasp’s nest with a short stick.
The phone by the fax machine interrupted her musings. It was Chloe.
“Hello, Mother?” she said.
“Yes, dear? Is everything all right?” It was not her usual time for calling.
“Um—well—”
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posted by Hobbes at 5:10 AM
3 Comments:
Everything is beginning to come together. The tension builds.
"Everything's great except Mr. Weems is bound up with electrical cord and duct tape, Elizabeth and I are staying in the trailer of the evangelist who tied him., Oh, and I have a gun. You?"
Thanks, T&I.
That's very funny, Doug, but you are not giving Chloe quite enough credit. SHE tied him.
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