Giuseppe
I get news of the war at the same time I get news that the house is finished.
I find it providential. I call her on my way home.
"Have you heard," I murmur, merging into the left lane.
"About the war?" Her sweet voice floats through my car, "Yes. We're not in the same side of this are we?"
"We are not. In other news, are you packed? The house is ready."
"The moving men are already here. Shouldn't we put up a united front?"
"We should," I snort, "But it looks we're at war. Do we have milk?"
She gets up, I hear her feet patter against the wood. She opens the fridge.
"No. Won't this change us? Won't we...won't we hate each other? This is a war. People, put people will die. We're spurning the hatred that will tear out marriage apart—pick up some chocolate chips please."
Fuck
