Suddenly, a Knock On the Door: Stories
“Not just once, a lot. “Ari-Ari-Ari-Ari!” And that’s just fine, as I’m an Ari born and raised. Still, sometimes I kind of want her to yell something else, it wouldn’t matter what. “My love.” “Tear me in half.” “Stop, I can’t take any more.” Even a plain old “Don’t stop!” would do. It’d just be nice to hear something different once in a while, something specific to the occasion—an emotion a little more to the point.
My girlfriend is a law student at the local college. She wanted to go to one of the big universities but they didn’t take her. Right now she’s gearing up to specialize in contract law. There’s really a thing like that, lawyers who deal only with contracts. They don’t meet with people, they don’t appear in court, they just sit there all day looking at line after line printed on paper, as if that makes up a world.
She was there with me when I rented the apartment. And within a minute she caught the owner trying to bamboozle us on some clause.
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