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“No spicy,” Umma says. “George can’t eat spicy.” Of course he can’t fucking eat spicy food.
“They don’t make them like this anymore,” he says. “I miss the good ol’ days. Kids nowadays are too soft.”
Ok george needs to go
George gets rum raisin,
What is he, 75?!
My hand darts out and snatches the eye from the plate, and before I can think, I shove the entire thing into my mouth. The cartilage is thick and tough. I bite down until it pops, bursting open, its salty liquid oozing down my throat. It’s so good. There’s a hint of sweetness, a lemony tang, almost like a cherry tomato.
The door creaks open and in the doorway, our doorway, is George. His eyes are twinkling. “Whoa, whoa. You guys having a pillow fight without me? At least let me watch!”
Ok GROSS
I have no money, just a few dollars that I found at home. It doesn’t amount to much. My bag is filled with notebooks and pens and pencils and printouts of school assignments. I don’t own anything valuable. The only thing I have is my body, and the thought of something being done to it makes me sick.
“He asked if we could go to CVS to pick up some medicine, and when we were stopped at the light, he asked if I wanted to get married. I told him to stop being silly, but then he pulled the ring out of his pocket.” Behind her back, Ji-hyun makes a face.
Wow SO romantic...
Don’t you know dieting is a patriarchal tool used to control women? It’s not your fault. The institutional sexism propagated through the mainstream media and our societal norms and the capitalist superstructure as a whole is a form of gender persecution.” Remembering my conversation with Alexis, I make a face, annoyed.
BARF
They’re so beautiful and elegantly designed. It was between those and a little porcelain doll that looked exactly like you. But the chopsticks won out in the end, since I know you’ll use them every day.” What the fuck?
“Well? Do you like them?” “Um . . .” My face is stiff and frozen. Why the fuck would you get me chopsticks? What is wrong with you?
I can’t believe it took me this long to notice what a screwup he is. He’s abrasive, pushy, and irritating. His quips about feminism are just showboating, an attempt to make himself appear better than other men. His shirts are stupid.
My family is asleep when I get home. I take off my shoes in the darkness and stand, reveling in George’s nearness. He’s so close. George’s keys and wallet sit on the counter. Smiling to myself, I take out his driver’s license, walk over to the kitchen sink, and jam it down the garbage disposal.
Today, she’s gone to four different craft stores, dragging Ji-hyun with her. They return after a few hours with ten shopping bags stuffed to the brim with colored tissue paper, chicken wire, and electrical tape.
Ah yes, perfect for wedding invitations
The words fly out from my mouth before I can stop them. “What are you doing?” Umma swivels back slowly. She’s anguished, the tear tracks glistening on her cheeks. “What?” she whispers. Shaking, I stand and face her. “You heard me. Why are you acting like this over a man who doesn’t care about you?”
About fucking time
“Unni . . .” she whispers. I silence my sister with a wave of my hand. “It’s pathetic. I can’t understand you. You drag Ji-hyun and me through this mess, and then we’re left behind trying to clean it up. You don’t even care about how your actions affect us. All you think about is yourself.” Umma’s lip quivers, and then she turns and dashes into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
It all makes sense now. George is in the room next to mine. I press my ear against the metal door that connects the two rooms and hear my mother clearly.
Why the fuck is george stil in the hospital?
