"You think I don't know," stated the man blandly as he picked a box of sugarless cereal off the shelf, examined the nutritional listings and set in int he trolley.
"Or at least, you assume I'm passive enough to ignore the matter," he added.
"Know what? You're being remarkably vague." The woman shopping next to him was tall and slender and moved gracefully, as if the floor beneath her feet was instead a layer of thin ice.
"And you're being remarkably ignorant. So you do than? You do assume I'm too unintelligent to discern the meaning of your late night 'dance rehearsal' at the studio?" The question came seemingly out of no where but he had been chewing the words for some time.
"You're blatant distrust of everyone is what's holding you back in the world, Marty." Marty strolled along beside her, not a hint of anger on his prematurely lined face.
"It's up to me to use my digression in cases like this, my intuition is what's brought this far. Blatant intuition and just a hint of suspicion. I don't distrust anyone until they give me a reason." His voice was still calm.
"This isn't a case Marty, this is us. Our life." Her voice betrayed her own temperate composure. "Every ones always guilty in your eyes."
"That's not how it works-"
"I'll believe that when I see it." She cut him off in a caustic tone. "Why must you constantly act so hedonistic." Neither spoke for a long time. The supermarket was large enough to swallow the silence and the only sound apart from their shoes on the tile floor was the occasional hum from Marty as he would pick up an item off its shelf, examine the nutritional contents, then place it back with a shake of his head.
"I mean why should I care if you two are in cahoots about things?" He asked finally, a hint of dubiety in his ever patient voice.
"I've told you the tru
th on the matter. You're so pavid on the subject but if you'd just say what's on your mind and stop acting so cavalier-"
"You want me to say what's on my mind? Alright than. My worries stem from your late night practices at the dance studio."
"And that's all they are. Dance practices."
"The horizontal tango perhaps." They were now having a full-blow quarrel int he middle of the shopping isle. The woman, with her fragile hands clenched in fists at her sides.
"Or at least, you assume I'm passive enough to ignore the matter," he added.
"Know what? You're being remarkably vague." The woman shopping next to him was tall and slender and moved gracefully, as if the floor beneath her feet was instead a layer of thin ice.
"And you're being remarkably ignorant. So you do than? You do assume I'm too unintelligent to discern the meaning of your late night 'dance rehearsal' at the studio?" The question came seemingly out of no where but he had been chewing the words for some time.
"You're blatant distrust of everyone is what's holding you back in the world, Marty." Marty strolled along beside her, not a hint of anger on his prematurely lined face.
"It's up to me to use my digression in cases like this, my intuition is what's brought this far. Blatant intuition and just a hint of suspicion. I don't distrust anyone until they give me a reason." His voice was still calm.
"This isn't a case Marty, this is us. Our life." Her voice betrayed her own temperate composure. "Every ones always guilty in your eyes."
"That's not how it works-"
"I'll believe that when I see it." She cut him off in a caustic tone. "Why must you constantly act so hedonistic." Neither spoke for a long time. The supermarket was large enough to swallow the silence and the only sound apart from their shoes on the tile floor was the occasional hum from Marty as he would pick up an item off its shelf, examine the nutritional contents, then place it back with a shake of his head.
"I mean why should I care if you two are in cahoots about things?" He asked finally, a hint of dubiety in his ever patient voice.
"I've told you the tru
th on the matter. You're so pavid on the subject but if you'd just say what's on your mind and stop acting so cavalier-"
"You want me to say what's on my mind? Alright than. My worries stem from your late night practices at the dance studio."
"And that's all they are. Dance practices."
"The horizontal tango perhaps." They were now having a full-blow quarrel int he middle of the shopping isle. The woman, with her fragile hands clenched in fists at her sides.
