I picked up Selene this morning and brought her over
here for lunch. we had bagels and cream cheese and
canadian bacon. on separate plates, yes. this is an
"old" tradition, but we hadn't made these things for
months. she is a creature of habit. sort of. in some
respects. before the divorce, she was always angry
with me. she'd tell me to fuck off every chance she
got. things are much better between us now. she still
tells me to fuck off, but it's much friendlier. she
also calls me a twat, which I have to say rather
shocked me the first time, though I think of myself
as being pretty much shockproof. "a twat?!?" I said.
"yeah," she said, "a twat. but don't look so shocked.
all the kids are saying that these days. it doesn't
mean anything."