Rolling My Eyes

"Are we going to be spending the night there?" she asked Edward Julian Watson. She blurted this question, as if it had come out of nowhere. Putting his chin in his hand and shrugging his shoulders; all with such seriousness, he asked, "Do you want to?" "It's up to you, but you need to let me know." She looked away from his face. "Alright." "Alright what?" she asked, looking up towards him. "Alright we'll stay," Edward Julian Watson had decided. And Becki was suddenly nervous. The next day, she found the number for the highway hotel. She dailed that number and made the reservation. And Becki was calm. When the night and the day was almost done, they went to the hotel to check in. Becki smiled and said her name to the short, dark man bulging behind the desk. He looked at her oddly. He tapped his whole hand on the top of the reservation book, before he pointed a finger at her. "I know you." Becki...

One day, Edward Julian Watson had enough. He decided he was going to quit the television business. He decided this on the first day back from a five-day vacation in Jamaica. It had been his first vacation in eight years.Work all screwed up and Bob and his mother had called five times today asking him to come over once he was done with the store. Yes. He was quitting the television business and Edward Julian Watson was going into the travel business. He told this to his mother when she called for the sixth time. "I am going into the travel business," he said. "Oh, I see," she replied. "And the television business?" "I am quitting it." "Oh, I see," she said. "You are being stupid." "So, I'm not coming over tonight. I will see you for lunch tomorrow." Edward Julian Watson ended the conversation. He told Bob three days later. I am going into the travel business," he said. "And the televisio...