{"id":271,"date":"2006-07-09T16:30:08","date_gmt":"2006-07-09T23:30:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.andrewandlisa.org\/?p=271"},"modified":"2006-07-09T16:30:08","modified_gmt":"2006-07-09T23:30:08","slug":"the-rest-of-the-story-mostly-dialogue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.andrewandlisa.org\/?p=271","title":{"rendered":"The rest of the story, mostly dialogue"},"content":{"rendered":"

(Part 1<\/a>, in case you missed it)<\/p>\n

“Honey, I’m home,” he said.<\/p>\n

“Oh, Hi,” she said nervously, hoping he hadn’t noticed.<\/p>\n

“Where are you?”<\/p>\n

“I’m in here.”<\/p>\n

“How was your day?” he asked, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.<\/p>\n

“Um, busy.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Shopping and all of that.”<\/p>\n

“Shopping?” he asked as he opened the refrigerator.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 “Not much to eat here,” he muttered around the stainless steel door.<\/p>\n

“Oh, it was other stuff,” she said, hesitatingly.<\/p>\n

“Oh, okay,” he said, pulling out a container of leftovers and popping it open.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 “I’m going outside,” he said as he headed for the door to the recently-expanded garage.<\/p>\n

“Um, James?” Her voice sounded tremulous.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 He turned to look at her.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 She couldn’t say it.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 He would have to find out for himself.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 “Nothing…” she muttered, turning away.<\/p>\n

He cocked his head to the side for a second, muttered a, “hmph,” and turned toward the door.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 What he saw there put ice in his veins.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 There, next to the door, sitting on a stool, were two hats.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 It could only mean one thing.<\/p>\n

Any thoughts of anger or hatred suspended themselves, not wanting to come, wanting the awful truth to somehow be false, to spare them their work.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Somehow, his heart knew what his brain couldn’t grasp.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 It sunk as the icy veins passed their contents, and his arms and legs somehow lurched for the door.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Leftovers spilled from his hand all over the kitchen floor.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 The door seemed to fling itself open, and his knees buckled, hitting the pavement hard while his throat loosed a souful wail….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

(Part 1, in case you missed it) “Honey, I’m home,” he said. “Oh, Hi,” she said nervously, hoping he hadn’t noticed. “Where are you?” “I’m in here.” “How was your day?” he asked, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “Um, busy.\u00c3\u0192\u00e2\u20ac\u0161\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Shopping and all of that.” “Shopping?” he asked as he opened … Continue reading The rest of the story, mostly dialogue<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"jetpack_seo_schema_type":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-271","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pdZlL-4n","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.andrewandlisa.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/271","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.andrewandlisa.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.andrewandlisa.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.andrewandlisa.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.andrewandlisa.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=271"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.andrewandlisa.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/271\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.andrewandlisa.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=271"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.andrewandlisa.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=271"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.andrewandlisa.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=271"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}