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Huan Yi
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0 posted 07-14-2005 08:50 PM       View Profile for Huan Yi   Email Huan Yi   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Huan Yi


A long time ago I went down to Indianapolis to take a test
with several of my university classmates.  We stayed at a Holliday
Inn.  After the test, three of us gathered in my room to debrief.
Bob had brought his wife, whom neither I or Tom had met
before.  Bob was always a quiet man, but he would get animated,
though somehow timidly, when we involved ourselves in conversations
between classes on various subjects back at university.  His wife;
what can I say: a louder fouler mouth I had not known since
the Marine Corps.  My room had  twin beds, and we three
classmates sat on them our legs in the space between. We began excitedly
talking about the test:  “What did you answer on that question?  What
about that one?” sort of thing.  We became three college friends
sharing an experience with Bob increasingly joining in.  We hadn’t
been that way more than ten minutes, when Bob’s wife, who
I had met less than a half hour before, began to talk from the
kitchenette where she was standing about how when she
had reported being raped at the police station the police had
paid her little attention.  The room went silent.  And Bob in
a quiet voice said:  “Please don’t talk about that.”  I was
sitting so my face was no more than three feet from his.
I saw the light go from his eyes.  It was as if I was then looking
through the glass of a coffin.

That was almost thirty years ago.  It haunts me still.


  


Ron
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1 posted 07-14-2005 09:05 PM       View Profile for Ron   Email Ron   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Ron's Home Page   View IP for Ron

Sounds to me like Bob failed at least one test that day.
* shining star*
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2 posted 07-14-2005 11:37 PM       View Profile for * shining star*   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for * shining star*

Thats kinda weird. I dont no what I would've done in that situation.
Juju
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3 posted 07-14-2005 11:49 PM       View Profile for Juju   Email Juju   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Juju's Home Page   View IP for Juju

Wow...

Women only get that way when they are trying to say something.  She must of really hated her husband.

-Juju

Juju - 1.) a magic charm or fetish 2.)Magic 3.)A taboo connected woth the use of magic

The dictionary never lies.... I am magical (;

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