Daily Writing Challenges

Judy Blume Dialogue Challenge: She Made Lamb

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"Guess who called today."
"I am hardly through the door, Nannette. Margaret spilled on me - three meetings I smelled like mocha."
George walked his hat and coat into their bedroom.
"I made your favorite."
"Pot roast?"
"Minced lamb."
"My very favorite." He kissed her cheek with chapped lips.
"Let's sit at the table. We can pretend we are humans - not pigs at a trothe."
"I'd rather be a pig."
Nannette threw dishes she didn't even dirty: "I'll eat alone."
"Who did you say called?"
"I didn't."
"You practically pounced on me when I walked through the door! Fine. I'll sit at the dam table."
"Is that hard for you, little piggy?"
She poured him a glass of Pinot Noir.
"Not tonight."
"Yes tonight. Jesus, George."
"I'm just not in the mood. I am not in any kind of mood to drink wine on a Wednesday."
"It was my sister who called today. She and Ramon are fine, they send their love."
"Ramon?" He choked on an chunk of lamb. "How old is this one?"
"What's it matter?"
"How old?"
"He is twenty-six. Don't you laugh."
"Why would I laugh? I might vomit."
"They are adults."
"He is an adult. She is a senior citizen."
"They seem happy."
"Everyone seems happy when you see them once a year."
"I mean it." She said. "All she talks about is the romance and the trips."
"Trips..."
"This September they are taking a cruise to St.Barts."
"We are not."
"Dessert, darling?"
"Did you hear me?"
"let's go somewhere else then. We don't have to go with them."
"I don't want to go anywhere."
"Yes, you do. Of course you do, darling."
"Wouldn't you rather have the girls fly in? We could eat at Oliver's."
"I don't want to eat at Oliver's."
"You love their oysters, don't you? Isn't that what you always get, the oysters?"
"Why can't we go!"
"Nan, I don't know. I get seasick. I wouldn't enjoy myself."
"We will get you some pills."
"I don't want to do that."
"What do you want, then?" She dropped the coconut creme pie on the table.
"A divorce."
"A divorce?"
"Oh Nan. Christ, I'm sorry. Come here."
"I'm looking for a knife - for the pie."
"Forget the pie."
"You don't want that either."
"Will you sit down?" He said. "Don't look at me like that."
"I'm not looking at you."
"Fine."
"Is it someone else?"
"It's nothing." He said.
"It is. It is something - obviously it is something. You don't say that unless it is something. Is it fucking Margaret?"
"It's not Margaret. Forget I said anything. Oh, dear - I'm out of my mind."
"You're taking it back?"
"Completely."
She watched him loose the tie from his neck, then run the shower.
"I can probably take some time off in September."
"What?" She struggled to hear over pulsing water.
"Call your sister and tell her."
"I don't know." She said.
"Yes, you do. Of course you do, darling."
-Kay