Friday, August 22, 2008

Muggy Friday

Well, I called the prospective member, Jennifer B., this morning and she's thrilled to be invited to check us out. She writes fictionalized memoir but hasn't written much for about 10 years. Very excited. She'll be out of town on the 28th so will come Sept. 4 for exercises night which she thought sounded like fun.

August 21--On the other side--On the surface it's a perfect relationship, settled and friendly, equal. That's the public side of it. Smiling faces and soft looks. Contemporaries are envious of them. Women chastise their dates on the way home after an evening spent with them. Wives sigh at their romantic imaginings, husbands feel a sort of grainy friction in their middle, too out of touch with their feelings to recognize it as regret. But for Mona and Jack things are far from perfect or even bearable anymore. The warmth, the respect, the love they once felt had withered long ago into a strident habit of mutual distaste. Long nights spent entangled, sharing days and dreams had faded into a sort of forced march of togetherness, the Bataan Death March of a relationship that no amount of expensive liquor or gymnastic sex could revive.

--Barbara

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