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Giving Shit

For the rest of the week, Edward Julian Watson did not take phone calls from Amy, and Becki did not make phone calls to him. Edward Julian Watson avoided as many phone calls as he could from his mother. But he knew he could not let that go on forever. He would have to call her tomorrow.
Or his mother might get back on the plane. And then get to his apartment and have the landlord let her inside. "Well, I see you're not dead!" she had accused him. And then she had stayed with him for the next three days and nights and had slept in his bed. And he knew he would have to get a new one after she left or he knew he would never be able to have sex in his room again. When his mother was back home, Edward Julian Watson decided to switch bedrooms too. Just in case.
He did not want to go through that again. He did not feel like moving entirely. Yes, Edward Julian Watson would call his mother tomorrow.
But today he was going to call Amy.
"I was back home at my mother's," he told her.
"Is everything okay?" she asked.
"It is now," he replied.
And they made plans to eat sushi.
And then committed to who-knows-what-else? after that.
Becki couldn't help but wonder about where he was, when she tried to call Edward Julian Watson that night.




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~AprilD said…
"Well, I see you're not dead!"

Priceless!

It sounds like something my mother would do, if she ever left her house.
Tuesday, 4 March 2008 at 10:36:00 GMT-5
GetFlix said…
It's so tough to commit when there are mother issues.
Sushi helps.
Monday, 10 March 2008 at 18:03:00 GMT-4
murphdawg said…
ive had sex on my boyfriends grandmothers bed.....i didnt care...maybe i'm dirty.
Sunday, 20 April 2008 at 01:47:00 GMT-4
Jennifer said…
Hey you.. I need an email address for you, so I can invite you to my blog... and I seem to have lost you on FB.
Monday, 19 May 2008 at 10:04:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
It has been disabled--thanks to some jerk :) The account should be up and running again soon though because I am mad enough to appeal to the high heavens.
geekout@hotmail.com
Monday, 19 May 2008 at 10:45:00 GMT-4
~AprilD said…
Come out, come out where ever you are...

I do hope you're okay and feeling fine and enjoying summer.
Wednesday, 9 July 2008 at 16:15:00 GMT-4
princess_nathra said…
hi...i love your blog..its so interesting..you shud write more..
Friday, 11 July 2008 at 11:16:00 GMT-4
Anonymous said…
Cool story, post some more, please. More love stories.
Tuesday, 7 October 2008 at 21:31:00 GMT-4
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