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“I’m just trying to be reasonable,” he said.

“Well, I’m not interested in being reasonable,” she replied. “I’m in the middle of a hissy fit. And I realize I’m having a hissy fit…” she paused, thinking, “but I must be getting over it because I’m kind of sorry now.” She sighed and aimed a vicious stab at her salad. “I’ve just been feeling a little marginalized lately, and I’d had this on the calendar for 6 months, so I’m sort of disappointed.”

They walked through what went wrong, trading apologies here and there along the way.

“Why don’t you go write? That’s more important to you than any photography class anyway,” he suggested.

“True…” Plus there’d be unlimited coffee and pastries at Starbucks. Her mind swept the last dregs of disappointment out of the way and ushered in the cast of characters that had been beating on the door of her subconscious all day.

“I love you, you know,” he said.

She smiled at him. “I know you do.”

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  1. Barbara says

    Excellent dialogue! I can hear them, hear the clink of silverware and the murmur of the room around them. I wish I could go write but I have to work. Happy Thanksgiving!

  2. Anne Riley says

    I like this! Was this a scene in your home recently? 🙂

  3. jodi says


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