about nothing by ingridfnl

28 Mar

“You did what?” Marie asked Paula.

“I told him we need to start fighting more,” said Paula.

“You’re crazy,” Marie replied. “I don’t understand you. Here you have a great marriage, good kids, an OK job, and you think you need to fight more…”

“Look,” said Paula, laying a hand on Marie’s arm. “Don’t you ever feel that life is … too calm?”

“Um. NO. You’re a nut.” Marie shook her head and took a slurp of coffee. “You know you’re certifiable don’t you?”

“We never fight. Marcie and Hammond never fought and they’re divorced. Jim and Tracy fight all the time and they have some special something. I think that we’re repressed.”

“Yeah. Jim and Tracy have a special something, but I don’t think it’s a good one,” replied Marie. Jim and Tracy were notorious for their loud and uninhibited conflicts in public places. It meant that their relationship constantly analyzed by the many witnesses to their fights.

Paula sighed heavily. She looked so distressed about the lack of conflict in her life that Marie wanted to laugh, and would have, had Paula not looked so concerned.

That night, Paula decided to set her plan in motion. She figured she must be holding something back. Tonight, she wouldn’t hold anything back. Both barrels were ready for irritability.

She deliberately did not lay the table for dinner. It was Frank’s turn. She always laid the table for dinner. She was cooking risotto when Frank got home. He slid his hand around his hand around her waist and kissed her on the neck.

“Mmm… Smells delicious,” he said.

“Can you set the table?” she asked.

“Sure hon. Let me just wash my hands.”

“And open that bottle of wine,” she blurted abruptly. Her face burned. She felt uncomfortable with this aggression.

“Sure,” he replied with a slight grin on his face.

“Don’t forget the napkins.”

Frank raised an eyebrow and said, “OK. Shall I iron them first?” He winked at her and stuck his tongue out at her.

He was spoiling everything with his… his agreeableness. Plus he was on to her. She decided to up the pressure.

“Fine,” she replied tersely.

As he washed his hands he looked over at her with an actorly concerned expression. “You OK hon? Hard day?” he winked at her provocatively.

“I didn’t feel like cooking,” she replied, repressing a smile. This was a lie. She loved cooking and that’s why she cooked.

“Oh… we could have gone out or ordered in. It would have been no problem. I like pizza,” he relied.

“YOU’RE JUST TOO SWEET FOR WORDS,” she found herself yelling as she threw down her spoon and herself, into his arms.

“I THINK WE’RE GOING TO BE OK!” he yelled back.


6 Responses to “about nothing by ingridfnl”

  1. juleshg March 28, 2010 at 8:55 pm #

    I love them. I am sure that Frank and Paula are going to be fine.

    • ingridfnl April 4, 2010 at 8:31 pm #

      i’m glad you love them. i kind of liked them too… i love her neurosis beside his practicality.

  2. jmforceton March 29, 2010 at 1:05 am #


    Used to have a boss send all their emails that way.

    • ingridfnl April 4, 2010 at 8:32 pm #


  3. jadamthwaite March 30, 2010 at 6:29 pm #

    This made me smile! I really like the idea of Paula trying to force an argument and I love how Frank refused to get drawn in. I think they’ll be fine too 🙂

    • ingridfnl April 4, 2010 at 8:33 pm #

      poor paula… (this was actually drawn from personal experience of someone telling me that maybe A&I were repressed since we don’t argue… while i didn’t start arguments i did worry about it. :P)

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