She pulls her robe tighter; wrapping he arms around her stomach.
She sits back in the high back chair staring blankly at him.
“You are telling me there is another woman?”
He answers in a matter of fact fashion
She looks stunned.
After a long pause,
“Where and when did you meet these women?”
One, I have never met -
The other I have not spoken with in a long time
Her face loses all expression.
“But you love them?”
She shifts in her chair.
“Do they love you?”
He again answers in a matter of fact fashion,
No – at least I doubt it -
“Do you think it would be a good idea to get to know them some…or better?”
No – we may not like each other, and I am not at all certain my love can withstand that type of realization.
She stands quickly.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You are saying you are in love with a couple of women you don’t know, they do not love you…right?”
That is right, at least one, and probably both cheats on me constantly.
“And that is OK with you?”
Yes – it is fine…whatever makes them happy
“So again…what the fuck is wrong with you?’
I will try to explain. There is a giant misconception in the world that nothing is in fact nothing. Furthermore…it is often assumed that nothing is worse than something…another giant misconception. I propose first, that nothing is something…and at the same time…better than something in a lot of cases. It has always been my dream to have a relationship made up of nothing
She sits quickly looking stunned.
“Is there anything else I should know?”
Well…aspects of my love are minimally immoral, and would be considered by many to be just plain wrong…
She stands quickly, hurries to the dresser and starts pulling things out of the top draw and throwing them to the floor.
He knew she was looking for his pistol…