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*Hi, Em! How
are you doing?
#Stuff it,
Git. Don’t even pretend you are interested in my life or in me.
*I miss you.
#Sure you
do. Where were you all those years when I needed you? Who did you shack up
with? How many? Did you get what you wanted, Git? Oh, sorry. You’ve never
content. You have to have more and more.
*You’re
cruel.
#You’re
repetitive.
*You haven’t
changed.
#You got
change for a hundred?
*I only have
dollar bills. Just got off the plane from O’Hare.
#Are you
staying?
*Only for
two weeks. Mayk wants me back in Beygas as soon as possible.
#So stay for
just two days. Two hours. Heh!
*You’re
still sarcastic.
#And still
sexy. So, you married that dumb fat negro?
*Don’t
insult him. He’s black.
#That’s what
I said. Negro. Spanish for black. The word is not insulting. I use it the same
way the United Negro College Fund uses it.
*You know
the reason why I married him.
#Besides the
fact that your other old American lover, the white one, refused to marry you?
Yeah, yeah. For “practical” reasons. For that all-important green card – ATM to
the heavenly banks of the land of the milked and honeydewed.
*He helped
me!
#And he
helped himself to you. You paid him in cash and in kind. Looks like he’s still
helping himself to your kindness. So what happened to the rich old white man
you bragged about? The one you gave yourself to mere hours (or was it minutes?)
after meeting him for the first time in your life on your very first day in
America?
*I left him.
#He dumped
you.
*Yes.
#After what?
After two months of having you as his live-in maid, cook, laundry woman and sex
doll?
*Stop it!
#You did but
not soon enough.
*Don’t rub
it in.
#You did
more than rub.
*He
exploited me.
#You let
him. You encouraged him to do so by showing yourself to be a slut at first
sight. You threw yourself at him. You were too easy. Too obvious. He saw dollar
signs in your eyes. He probably also heard the cash register ring in your heart
… or somewhere much lower.
*He refused
to marry me. He said it wouldn’t work because I have too much baggage.
#He means
you have too many children; children he doesn’t want to spend for.
*He’s very
frugal.
#Just say
stingy. It’s more appropriate. Fuck political correctness.
*He made me
feel nothing but ordinary. He took me out on a date a few times for pizza and
fish and chips. As you say … stingy.
#So you left
him slash he dumped you and you promptly got yourself another bald senior
citizen who’s got much less money but fatter. Much darker too. You went from
white to black. Do you plan to try out all colors in the spectrum?
*You’re a
racist!
#I’m not
color-blind. You had black before when you took in as a lover, seducing your
ugly subliterate laborer almost half your age. You’ve had much younger, now
you’re going for much older.
*You make me
feel cheap, like a slut, a whore.
#So stop
acting like one! You know how much I love you. I’ve never loved like this
before. I love you unconditionally. I get mean because you’ve hurt me deeply
with your lies and betrayals. You told me you love me and that I will always be
the one you will come home to; that you were going to America to find work not
find a husband. You did not waste time breaking that promise once you got off
the plane in Sea Atoll. You never intended to make good on your promise. You
lied. Was there anything you promised me that’s true?
*I do love
you. I came back to you.
#You came
back to your children. And you are going back to your black husband. Like
always, I’m at best a stopover for you, someone to run to for comfort when
someone else you choose rejects you. We are not meant for each other, Git. We
never were. Even if we genuinely love one another, decisions and circumstances
have conspired against us. There is no us. There’s only your need to get ahead
in life. You don’t need me for that.
*I need you
in my life, Em.
