Z: (After being silent for an
hour while furiously working on a story, he abruptly raised his head, and asked
a question as if it had been on his mind forever) What happened on Father's Day? You never told me, you never even hinted, you
never shared a single thought about the day, or brought me any leftovers from
dinner, and that is not like you. You
always share... eventually. (It was then
he took notice of her loose bedazzled sweatshirt)
A: That was weeks ago. (She continued to type, only sparing him a
quickie glance of acknowledgement) We
got him a box of chocolates. (One of the
oddities of Ang was she often typed standing up and leaning over. This had to be caused by her being
hyperkinetic. This was distracting since
their computers were side by side and Zi sat and rocked with his keyboard on
his lap... so different from her style.)
Z: Ok... chocolates... Forrest
Gump? How did he like them?
A: And we all ate them. (All said matter-of-factly, as if this were
the tradition set in place eons ago)
Z: Very considerate.
A: (She paused, stopped typing,
knowing the man had something on his mind and there would be no working until
he spilled the waterfall of his thoughts)
It was. See, he's on a diet. You get it, we helped protect him. That makes us heroes. (She did the flexed bicep pose)
Z: Convoluted logic lives and I
work with her. (He pointed two fingers
at her, almost the look of someone staring down a gun barrel and lining up)
A: (Opened up a napkin she had
in her pocket revealing three pieces of chocolate. She held them up and admired them as if they
were fine jewels, and she couldn't decided which to wear first.
Z: (He was torn between admiring
her strange behavior and her commitment or perhaps better put her consistently
faithful affair with the dark sweet temptation) You took some for later?
A: (She sighed softly, yes, that
sigh a woman might give when about to kiss the man of her ever afters) Chocolate
makes everything better.
Z: So peanut butter brittle,
candy canes, cotton candy or caramel does not do it for you?
A: No.
Z: What about jujubes,
jellybeans, marshmallows, or tutti-fruitti?
A: No.
Z: Let me insert a quick change
of topic. Don't think me heathenish but
I have to tell you that your Jewels Rules
sweatshirt is unbecoming.
A: Really? (She grabs the shirt with thumbs and
pointers, pinched the fabric and and looked down at it)
Z: And I suspect it has affected
your writing... seems you have been writing shy-like.
A: Really? Then Let's write a piece entitled, Love and Chocolate, both need to be savored.
Z:
Weird.
A:
Perfect! I want chocolate with romance. (She perfected
a five year old pout at this point) Sarah Addison Allen in The Sugar Queen wrote, "Like magic, she felt him getting
nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but
deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation.
Chocolate expectation.” I like to be wooed...
by words… and chocolate.
Z:
I am more the student of Mel Gibson when he said, "After about 20
years of marriage, I'm finally starting to scratch the surface of that one
[what women want]. And I think the answer lies somewhere between conversation
and chocolate.” As for me... I have
opted for wit and flowers... or poetry and fine dining... or innuendo and
bribes.
A:
So what is this really all about?
Z:
(He snatched up the chocolates out of her hand and stuffed them quickly
into his mouth) Distraction! I lusted after your chocolate.
A:
And you say I am weird. Sheesh.
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