Dr. Ugadda B. Kidden [i]
“Well, did you or didn’t you?”
“What difference would it make if I did?”
“All the difference in the world.”
“What difference? Am I different? Are you? Does it change either one of us? Does it matter?”
“Then you admit that you did?”
“I said no such thing. Don’t be putting words in my mouth. You’re always putting words in my mouth.”
“You said, ‘Does it change us,’ implying that you did.”
“I meant to say, ‘Would it change us.”
“Look, I don’t care if you did or you didn’t. Say you did if you did and I won’t get jealous.”
“Hell if you won’t. You’re the most jealous person I know. All I have to do is glance at someone else and you turn green.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Oh? It doesn’t, does it? You don’t get jealous thinking about me with someone else?”
“Hell no. I’m not like that.”
They glared in silence across the table at each other.
“Hey, listen, that’s our song.”
She stood and reached out her hand. He hesitated for a moment then took it in his. They stepped out on the dance floor together.
[i] He’s not a real doctor.