Superman
“How was it?”
He twisted off the cap from the bottle and looked at the bottle. He took a little sip. He shrugged his huge meat shoulders. “I dunno.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” She piled her hair up on top of her head and was holding it there, observing him, moving her fingers around a little bit, feeling the knots tug at her scalp.
“What do I mean? Well, I’m not sure. For one thing - well, why the hell are people saying sorry all the time?”
“What?”
“This woman gets out of her car in front of me, lets her little dog down onto the pavement and looks at me. ‘Sorry!’ She says. ‘Sorry!’ Like that.”
“Why sorry? What was she sorry for?”
“You’re asking me? I’m asking you!”
“Maybe she was in your way or something.”
“She wasn’t in my way. How could she be in my way? And I’ll tell you another thing-“
“What?” She let her hair fall down onto her shoulders and walked up to him, put her hands either side of his waist. She smiled a little bit. “What is it?”
“Ah, nothing. Forget it.”
