“Take me to the station. Right now!”
“But all I said was …”
“Take me to the station. It was foolish of me to assume you might be different.”
“Gloria, all I said was …”
“Lord have mercy on me. What doesn’t this man understand about ‘Take me to the station’ and ‘right now’!”
“But Gloria …”
“Don’t you Gloria me, Homer. I take no relish in being called anything by the likes of you.”
“Gloria, if it’s just a question of relish, I’ll run to the store and get you some right now.”
This seemed to appease her some. She let go of her suitcase and sat down.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
Gloria was not supposed to be home for another day; her husband had made that very clear.
“A shoulder rub when you’re back from the store? I feel so tense after all this.”
“Yes, Gloria, of course.”
“Then what’s keeping you? Get going, Spud!”
– James Steerforth (© 2011)
Written to tie together foolish, mercy and relish from 3WW.