““What do you mean?” I ask, sipping coffee. “You know. That one where women always end up talking about men.” “Test. The Bechdel Test,” I correct her, like a smart-ass. Of course, I don’t think about it until the words are out of my mouth. I sigh. “Two women have to talk about something other than a man to pass it.” “But that’s all we do lately. Talk about men.” “This isn’t a book.” “Might as well be. I see this whole conversation winding up in one of your books.” I sneer.... “I don’t do that.” “The hell you don’t.” Gail lifts her fingers up to her lips, reaching for a phantom cigarette. She’s quit (or, says she’s quit) smoking, but it’s only been a week. I have my doubts. “That whole conversation about Aaron’s shaved wiener made it into Thirty Hour Day.” “Not the whole conversation.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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