Wednesday, May 13, 2009


"Did you tell him?"

"I don't think so".

"You don't think so".


"Please, Erica, I'm not having a conversation where it feels like I am speaking Japanese today. Just talk. Talk like a normal person or get out of my car".

Deep breath.

"I don't think I did, but Sandra may have. She took over for awhile and pushed me way, way back inside. So I'm not sure. So you know. I'm not sure if he knows."

"Ah. So Sandra's back. How about Lucy? Has she been signing her name on your personal checks again? And Martin, is he going to start driving you to Mexico for "breathers" again this summer? Really Erica, tell me. Because you know who I think we should maybe be talking about? Erica and Dr. Rosenberg. Yes, let's just limit it to two today, shall we, because I can't keep track of them anymore".


"And all of you had better plan on being at your appointment tomorrow. Because you need all the help you can get in figuring out how to tell this guy you are pregnant Erica".

Peels of laughter.

"She's gone. Erica was needed somewhere else"


  1. So very sad.

    And yet somehow enticing to be able to hide yourself behind yourself when things get tough...

  2. The context to this is somehow set in my mind due to the fact that you have described your work to me but still the situation has me sitting wondering, asking the unanswerable.

  3. Brilliant! Sheila, you are sooooooo good. Dialogue's so hard to get right, and dialogue like this (internal but not) is even harder I imagine. I do so hope you are working on a book?