want to be alone right now. Think about stuff. I want to take a walk or something.â
âAlright,â my dad said. âWeâll get ribs later, maybe. Or pizza. Whatever.â
âGet some lunch, though, Cliff,â my ma said. She opened her purse and handed me a twenty. âYou can keep the change for that. Eat something good.â
I thanked her, and started heading to Theoâs, but then I changed my mind and got Burger King instead.
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MIXED MESSAGES // TWO CONVERSATIONS // BILLY // A PROFESSOR AND A LOVER // THE END OF FRIENDSHIPS // CRED // IMPORTANT MEN
MIXED MESSAGES
The message the natives, with hand signs, conveyed was: L EAVE OUR CROPS BE, AND WE WILL GIVE YOU OUR DAUGHTERS .
We hadnât any interest in their crops or their daughters: not their daughters till we realized they were so undervalued, not their crops till we saw that by torching their crops we might teach them to value their daughters more highly.
That our actions could be taken by the natives to mean E VEN TO THE LIKES OF US SEAFARING MEN, THOSE DAUGHTERS OF YOURS ARE OF SO LITTLE VALUE THAT THE PLEASURE WE DERIVE FROM DESTROYING YOUR HARVEST IS PREFERABLE TO THAT WEâD DERIVE FROM THEIR POSSESSION , or perhaps W E WILL TORCH YOUR CROPS AND THEN HAVE YOUR DAUGHTERS did not occur to usâthese sorts of possibilities simply refuse, in the heat of the moment, to occur with the facility they occur to you later, in your well-appointed quarters, sipping from a magnum of pupu-tree liquor, reviewing the dayâs events in your logâbut such misunderstanding on the part of the natives might in fact provide the correct explanation for why they elected, in the glow of the fires we had put to their crops, to pulp all their daughtersâ skulls with clubs.
At the time we assumed they were offering us a sacrifice.
TWO CONVERSATIONS
A FALSE START . It meant something to the man it didnât mean to the woman, something it didnât mean to normal people. But that, in itself, was not the problem. It wasnât what drove her mad, so to speak. What drove her madâ âDrove her mad,â so to speak! the woman thought; ââDrove her mad,â so to speak,â the woman thought! she thoughtâcame three days later, in their next conversation, when sheâd called to clarify the first conversation, a brief conversation, the one in which he had said A FALSE START , which brief conversation she had since realized to have been too easy for him (she had, sheâd realized, been too easy on him), too easy in the sense that she had not shed tears till she got off the telephone, had exhausted all her powers via holding back tears and controlling her voice and the sound of her breathing , telling herselfâwhile still on the phoneâthat weeping, hers, was what he was after , and therefore weeping would mean her defeat , when that hadnât been, she now reflected, the case at all, but quite the opposite , for failing to weep , the woman saw now, had signaled to the man her ready acceptance of all that heâd said about A FALSE START , which nullified in him any sense of obligation , any sense of his duty to offer her comfort , to clean up the mess that heâd made because mess ? where mess ? mess what? what mess ? No one had wept . No one had argued . No one had done anything except to accept and stammer about A FALSE START once or twice, and when she called him up, weeping , three days later, what drove her mad was the way he made it sound as though she was betrayingâin calling him, weeping , three days laterâan agreement theyâd made, the way A FALSE START had become THE FALSE START , as in âBut we already discussed THE FALSE START .â
BILLY
I had this mutt once. Medium-to-large. A gift from my father, a schmuck. I forget the muttâs name. It had a few before it died and I canât remember what we finally settled on. When we dropped its corpse
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