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She got home to find me sipping Syrah and watching television.
"How was work?"
She tossed her keys onto the small table by the window where we used to eat dinner together, stopped for a moment to glare at me, then went into the kitchen.
Almost immediately she was back, purposely standing in front of the TV, with a half-full garbage bag in her hand. She raised it shoulder-high and let it drop.
"What is this?"
"It's a garbage bag that could use more refuse before it makes sense to discard it."
"What did I ask you to do before I left this morning?"
"To empty the garbage from the kitchen. But when I saw what I was dealing with I thought we should throw away more garbage than the plastic that contains it."
We stared at each other.
"Sweetness, it's Double Jeopardy now and you're kind of in the way."
She pressed the Power button on the TV set.
I pressed the Power button on the remote.
She pulled the TV's cord from the electrical outlet.
"You had all day. I asked you to do only one thing."
"And I thought that one thing was ridiculous."
Her eyes were huge for her face and, terribly, all the more gorgeous and absorbing when she was in a fury...
"Get the fuck out of my house."
"I love you" -- I stood, stating a fact I had to reiterate so often it had come to insult both of us -- "I'll take the bag out."
"No. Get the fuck out of my house."
"OK. Fucking fine. Watching me? Here goes: I'M TAKING OUT THE GOD DAMNED TRASH JESUS GODDAMNED CHRIST!"
As I went for the bag she went for the telephone in the hall.
"And I'm calling my Dad. He'll be here in twenty minutes."
I knew she kept a loaded gun in the bedroom closet, the location of which she never told me in our months of living together.
"Fucking fine. Tell your Dad I said hello and that his fucking daughter needs to get back on her fucking meds."
"I'm dialing."
I yanked the door open and slammed it behind me.
The trash remained in the middle of the room.
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