Post by Cannonball on Dec 28, 2006 9:10:26 GMT -5
"What do you want, Sam?"
Brenda's exasperated voice filled his ear. All morning he had been dialling and redialling her mobile, desperate to talk to her. Until now, she hadn't answered but clearly his perseverance had finally paid off.
"Bren, hi. Um, look, I think we really need to talk. Momma forwarded the ah - letter from ya lawyer and everythin', an' it ain't true. What's this claim of unreasonable behaviour? I don't understand. I ain't unreasonable, I ain't ever been a bad husband have I?"
His voice was filled with a sort of hopeless desperation. The letter, which had arrived at the Guthrie homestead the previous day had been forwarded by special delivery. He'd expected the divorce petition to arrive, but hadn't anticipated the sheer sense of utter hurt and bewilderment that had come with it. He'd figured that he and Brenda would cite irreconcilable differences; not this 'unreasonable behaviour' lark.
"I'm away with work at the moment, Sam." Her voice was brisk and curt. "I'm in New York. I don't think..."
"So am I," he said. "Look, I'm visitin' Paige up in Westchester. I could meet ya downtown, maybe, there's this real nice coffee shop...please Bren. I gotta talk about this. Y'all surely owe me that much, right?"
There was a long pause.
"It'll have to be short, Sam, I'm busy. Where's this coffee shop?"
He gave her the address. "Thanks, honey, it means a lot to me that ya gonna meet me at least."
"Don't call me that any more, Sam, please." He chewed his lip.
"I'm sorry Bren, truly I am."
"So am I, Sam."
She hung up, leaving him sitting there staring at the phone, then at the letter, then back at the phone again.
Unreasonable?
Him?
Brenda's exasperated voice filled his ear. All morning he had been dialling and redialling her mobile, desperate to talk to her. Until now, she hadn't answered but clearly his perseverance had finally paid off.
"Bren, hi. Um, look, I think we really need to talk. Momma forwarded the ah - letter from ya lawyer and everythin', an' it ain't true. What's this claim of unreasonable behaviour? I don't understand. I ain't unreasonable, I ain't ever been a bad husband have I?"
His voice was filled with a sort of hopeless desperation. The letter, which had arrived at the Guthrie homestead the previous day had been forwarded by special delivery. He'd expected the divorce petition to arrive, but hadn't anticipated the sheer sense of utter hurt and bewilderment that had come with it. He'd figured that he and Brenda would cite irreconcilable differences; not this 'unreasonable behaviour' lark.
"I'm away with work at the moment, Sam." Her voice was brisk and curt. "I'm in New York. I don't think..."
"So am I," he said. "Look, I'm visitin' Paige up in Westchester. I could meet ya downtown, maybe, there's this real nice coffee shop...please Bren. I gotta talk about this. Y'all surely owe me that much, right?"
There was a long pause.
"It'll have to be short, Sam, I'm busy. Where's this coffee shop?"
He gave her the address. "Thanks, honey, it means a lot to me that ya gonna meet me at least."
"Don't call me that any more, Sam, please." He chewed his lip.
"I'm sorry Bren, truly I am."
"So am I, Sam."
She hung up, leaving him sitting there staring at the phone, then at the letter, then back at the phone again.
Unreasonable?
Him?
