. . . How much

She said six grand. 

he flinched

I said six grand.

I heard ya

You didn’t say anything

   I was thinking

                   An how old you say she is

Fifty early fifties.

Why

      Why did she say

I didn’t ask.

Shes fifty  She confides she had a breast augmentation an you were incurious as to why  In a relationship pursuing one

I don’t know I didn’t ask.

Look at me

dramatically he set his coffee down on the outdoor café table and looked up at himWhat? 

                                                                                                anger beginning to crowd his features

If hes thinking to get angry he ought to hold onto his socks  Ill drive him over the wallround the corner

                                                                                                  Thought as much

As much what?

Unenthusiastic  Dead behind the eyes   Euthanised

What the fuck are you talking about?

How can you be so freakin incurious a fifty year old opts for a breast job . .

. . She’s had one before, then had them removed, and now she’s had another . .

. . She admitted that

She did.

She confides in you anya let tha swing in the breeze havent a question any questions any curiosity

About what?

Shes fifty She look thirtyfive

No.

Stymieing me No

                   How old does she look

Older.

Fuck me

         Older than thirtyfive forty fortyfive  older than fifty fiftyfive

Older.

Than

Than?

You heard me

                Where did this conversation take place

At a party a gathering

That twice a year high school reunion . .

. . It’s not twice a year.

Maybe not but as affectionate as you are talking about it throughout the year it feels like twice  She wasnt in your class

No.

A friend of a classmate

No.

An acquaintance or relation of a friend of a classmate  a partycrasher

Cat got your tongue   

What’s with all the questions?

Noyadidnt

What?

A question You asked a question

It was none of my business.

She made it your business

It’s none of my business.

Evasive  Lack details

                       How is it most things you paint with such broad miserable miserable strokes

I get along with . .

. . You don wanna cross anybody You wanna be Mr Nice Guy 

                                                                    Milquetoast ya understand

You’re no nice guy.

No  I aint

afternoon,  Monday,  4  9. 23

1048,  Sunday,  22  10. 23

Alice Cooper  No More Mr. Nice Guy  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=huKbLK5aC6Q