Dialogue
Isabel Sutter
“That’s a quarter in the jar, Katherine.”
“But I’m not being passive aggressive!”
“I’m just reorganizing the kitchen!”
again.”
“What if I just want to reorganize the kitchen? Did you ever
think of that, Amy? Did you?”
“Why would you want to move the knives to a new drawer?
Will the left hand drawer make the knives any sharper?”
“I don’t have a choice! Have you even seen the spice
cabinet? It makes no sense! The turmeric is next to the cinnamon.
What kind of idiot would put turmeric with cinnamon?”
“So you did use my toothpaste!”
“Of course, I did, Katie. I was out of toothpaste. What else
was I supposed to do? Let my teeth rot? Would you want me to do
that?”
“Maybe you could, oh, I don’t know, stop by Walgreens
and just buy some freaking toothpaste.”
“Or maybe you could stop putting little etch marks into
your deodorant so you can tell if I use it.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve touched my deodorant, too! Is it
really that hard to get through your head? Don’t touch my stuff!”
“Well, maybe we could consider the idea that the kitchen
to have me as your roommate. Without me, you’d be a toothless
slob.”
“Maybe I’d be toothless, but at least I’d know where the
oregano is!”
“And that’s another thing, why the oregano obsession?
Every meal you cook has oregano! Why can’t you give cumin a
chance? It might surprise you.”
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