By Laura Grimes
“I thought you’d like to write about it because storytelling is your thing.”
My thing?
My thing is very occasionally, if properly goaded, spinning a knotted-up yarn after a beer or two.
Mr. Scatter was trying to encourage me — nay, uncharacteristically apply pressure on me — to write about Love Jones, which we were seeing that night. He stood above me, strongly silent. He raised his eyebrows.
I scrunched mine and looked back at my non-pressing paperwork as if to say, I’m busy. Go away.