Monday, November 23, 2009
He’s Wrong
"What did I do wrong, now?" Richard pleaded with Lola.
"Richard, Honey, it' not that you DID anything wrong."
He felt relieved that he hadn't made a huge mistake, but before he could enjoy his relief, Lola added the executioner's final stroke: "Richard, I love you, but you ARE wrong...You're just wrong in some indefinable way."
Richard felt devastated, or nearly devastated, but he also felt he could change--become something that Lola admired and wanted--if he put his mind to it. If only Lola would give him half a chance, and if she' only stop running her tongue over her red lipstick as she glanced in her compact's tiny oval mirror.
"Richard, Honey, it' not that you DID anything wrong."
He felt relieved that he hadn't made a huge mistake, but before he could enjoy his relief, Lola added the executioner's final stroke: "Richard, I love you, but you ARE wrong...You're just wrong in some indefinable way."
Richard felt devastated, or nearly devastated, but he also felt he could change--become something that Lola admired and wanted--if he put his mind to it. If only Lola would give him half a chance, and if she' only stop running her tongue over her red lipstick as she glanced in her compact's tiny oval mirror.
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