Around About Midnight
Monday November 15, 2010
Polly is telling a story about a fight she had some months ago. She says that the woman lunged at her. Some sort of misunderstanding. A taxi. The driver was uninterested, eating a sandwich his wife had made for him. Tuna.
Polly’s face had been pushed into the car door, splitting her lip and chipping her tooth.
“That bitch has me in pain six weeks later. My tongue won’t heal. I rub it on the chipped tooth until it ulcers. I can’t stop it. I can’t believe she did that to me. Look at this.”
“You’re doing it to yourself,” Eddie replies, “It’s not her fault.”
Polly looks up at him pityingly. She sneers. “You’re wrong, Eddie, as per fucking usual.”
