Out

by Natsuo Kirino

on her. Why did the simple fact of being a man make him so important? Was it because he’d graduated from college? Didn’t her experience and her ambition count for anything in a place like this?

find. Maybe it was the same with men: they wanted women the same way she’d wanted the poodle, and she meant no more to Satake than the dog did to her.

With all the time they spent in the kitchen, no doubt women were more used to dealing with meat and blood. They knew how to handle knives, and what to do with the garbage.

Noticing the unmade bed in the apartment beyond her, it occurred to him that most men would find it depressing to live with a woman like this.

Anyone who couldn’t get out was doomed to a life of endless bitching—the life they were leading now.

but men who were only interested in buying a woman’s body hated it with a vengeance. They wanted good looks untouched by any self-knowledge; not a cat but a kitten.