March 29 2014

For once, she hadn’t been completely honest. She had for all intents lured the woman on her couch here with a lie. Although the woman she worked with was technically a friend, they had in fact had three conversations that contained subjects not pertaining to work, she knew she had over stepped her boundaries.

                “You don’t have to stick around. But you should.” She said. “You haven’t even read the pamphlets.”

                “You must have spent a lot of time on these.”

                “I care.”

                “I see.”

What time she had spent making the literature, printing it, folding it, handing it out, inviting the people around her was so unimportant to her and she wondered why it was that everyone else seemed so concerned about how long the process was when the actual outcome that she intended from it was far from beginning. She watched her friend gently turn the pages and unravel the pamphlets’ meaning in her head, while she nervously bit the same corner of her pinky nail. When she was finished, she turned it back over to the beginning and looked at it as a whole. She placed her hand on top of it like she was comforting the paper in its restlessness and spoke in a very smooth tone. 

                “Teresa, I didn’t know you felt this way. In fact, I’m sure none of us knew you felt this way.”

                “Us?”

                “All of us. You know, at the shelter.”

                Something about her friends tone was worrisome, was she sad? Was she concerned? Was she confused? People never seemed to be able to truly say what they mean, instead they liked to use inflection for subtext. It was a stupid copout. She took a moment to think about how most social interactions were in fact, a stupid copout.

                “I misunderstood our relationship.” Even though this was a grand statement, she didn’t move one bit.

                “Teresa, I…this is just very…radical. I mean, we help animals for a living, or at least try to and this is just a little antithetical to our beliefs.”

                “No it’s not. It’s completely in line with what our beliefs should be. But aren’t. Think about it. I’m right.”

                “Beliefs are sacred, T, I hold that very close to my heart, but this is less about beliefs and more about the deconstruction of a societal mainstay, of a societal need.”

                “Don’t call me T, it’s strange.” Three forgettable conversations and an awkward home visit were proof of that.

                “You’re right. Sorry. I’m gonna go. Your house is very lovely. I admire your D.I.Y. attitude towards everything. See you Thursday?”

                The question was stupid because seeing her Thursday was inevitable, that was the next day they both were scheduled to work.

                “Thursday.” The co-worker left with a smile and a delicate wave that involved only her fingers.

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