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You’ve all met someone who’s a talker. Once they get wound up, it’s a sonic downpour. I’ve known a few of them. In fact, one of them is wifey-do. She’ll get in a good mood, or maybe a silly-good mood, and the words flow. And flow. I don't want to spoil her mood, so I find myself in one of those compromises of marriages. I go with it, nod my head, and insert an occaisonal "Yes, dear" between the tightly packed and quickly moving sentences. Here’s a re-enactment. The topics have been changed because I purged my memory as soon as I got home.

She’s driving, and the brake lights on the cars ahead of us seem to be on all the time, but we are moving. Quickly.

“I was out with my friend Tuesday, shopping for yarn, have you seen it? We saw someone who I went to high school with. Did you see that? Wasn’t that house nice? I had a funny dream last night. It made no sense at all. Oh, my god! Did you see what that woman had on? Do you think I should keep these shoes or take them back? I got them on sale but and they fit but I’ve decided that they don’t match anything I have and…” The phone rings, she picks it up then realizes her hands are full. Keep in mind she's driving down the road with her hands full. “Can you hold this?"

She hands me the soda can.

“Why? It’s only the steering wheel.”

It's her mother. A typical mother daughter exchange occurs. Like the Middle East, it reminds us that we can all get along.

“Did my tone of voice sound like I was irritated with her? I suggested that it might not be a good idea for me to come over Saturday because I forgot about the term paper due on Monday that I need to finish, and I haven’t started on it. It's for that class with the teacher I don't like. My foot is sore…

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…got all huffy with me. Have you called your mother? When will we go on vacation? What do you want to do? I don’t want to go on another camping trip. I’m starving. What do you want to eat? Are you hungry? What did you say? Huh?”

I have to go to bed now, but I'll survive.