“DRASTIC?”
Greta spat four feet in front her.
“Exactly what part of our lives in the last, oooh, ten years, HASN’T been drastic?”
Greta occasionally moved to other countries to pursue love, ditto Lucy. In a different take on avoiding real life, Babs just went all over hell and creation on platonic adventures in the Third World. Her most recent trip to England with her mother did not of course count. But that sojourn in Jordan to avoid feeling like the other woman over Christmas most certainly did.
“Drastic is our PROBLEM, Babs. If we didn’t have to be so goddamn extreme all the time we’d be considerably more tolerant. Or tolerable. Or whatever. I’m not kidding, I think we are miseducated about love. I went to Queens with a woman who teaches love coaching, we should take it. I’m serious. She stopped working for the Bank of Canada because lovecoaching was more successful.”
“Greta stop working from home on that fundraiser, it gives you too many opportunities to watch Oprah”.
“Yeah…I’m sorry Gret, but there is no way I am spending money on a love coach. Have you seen my student loans? We could make an extreme change and be, you know, GENTLE. See how that pans out.”
“I am not going to be infantilized in order to find someone to clean up after”.
“Oh lighten up. Let’s go somewhere and get another round”.
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