Chapter 4
Unpleasant Discussion
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Teresa watched with a cross between amusement and disgust as George finished up reading her short story. She had to admit, she was taking a perverse sense of satisfaction in the fact that he probably wouldn't understand the slightest bit of it.
"But nothing happened!" George complained, setting the paper down.
Teresa rolled her eyes. "Yes, things happened," she argued as if he were a child. "You know, not all journeys are physical ones."
"What?" George asked, confused, before shaking his head. "All they did is pine after each other for a few minutes and then go to sleep!"
"It was supposed to show their pain."
"It was painful, alright."
This definitely rubbed Teresa the wrong way, and she picked George's story back up as though she was brandishing a sword. "Painful? No, George, that would be your story. It's the boys-only club against Voldemort!"
"It wasn't the 'boys-only' club! It was Dumbledore's Army!"
"Yes, but do you even mention a female character? Where's Hermione? Where's Luna? Where's Ginny? Heck, where's McGonagall? All the story has is Harry, Ron, Lee Jordan, Dean Thomas, and Voldemort!"
"Ginny wa..."
"... Ginny," Teresa interrupted, "was only thrown in at the end so Harry could have some stupid 'I need some luvin' schmoltzy ending."
"Hey, now," George protested. "We were supposed to have an element of romance to it. Besides, I thought it was pretty good!"
"Pretty good?" Teresa laughed unkindly. She then assumed a breathy voice, "Ohh, ohhh Harry... Your Bedroom or mine, you hot hero stud!"
"More realistic than your Harry," George retorted with quite a bit of heat. "A seventeen year old boy finding someone his 'soul meshes with' that highlights to him the 'weakness of his being' - do you even know anything about guys? I mean, we've been married for 13 years, and you're really this clueless about us?"
"Oh here we go again," Teresa groaned. "I'm the clueless one about the opposite gender?"
"Have I - or for that matter, any man - gave you the idea that we're up sleepless nights thinking about the 'completeness' of our soul? Let alone in our teens?"
"Jerry McGwire." Teresa crowed.
"Oh, good," George said sarcastically. "Yes, let's put a fictional character up to show us what the typical man is like. Good show, Teresa. Face it, your story is complete garbage."
"Then so is yours!" Teresa said with a bit of a shrill in her voice.
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
With that, the couple angrily parted for opposite ends of the house once more.
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