Calvin and Galinda part I (An Internet User Story)
Calvin turned his face away from the road toward Galinda.
“You don't listen, Gale. Do you know how to listen? I never said she wanted to move. I said she moved. Jesus.”
Galinda did not respond, but observed the pale yellow open fields passing beside the highway. She adjusted her shirt.
“Why did you wear that? I swear. It's what...the third day in a row you wear the same thing?”
Calvin ran his eyes over her long sleeves.
“And when are you getting a job?”
He shook his head in disgust.
“You don't cook. You have no friends.”
He waited for a response that did not come.
“You're allowed to criticize and you can't take criticism, Gale.”
She hated it when he called her “Gale.” There ticked twenty minutes before another word emerged.
“You contradict yourself every five minutes and then tell everyone about their inconsistency. Do you even know that?”
Calvin silenced himself. He wanted to vent his frustration, not destroy her.
“It's not the same shirt,” she said finally. “It's very similar to another one.”
She was unable to look at him, bounding anger slowly making her thoughts inexpressible. The Audi continued rolling along the wide-roaming highway before them. A great many miles promised to make their journey dead-long, granite-hard.