As for the making up, that’s not so much dramatic as it is… arbitrary.
by maya
Yelling, from the living room to my bedroom, where I am getting my Young Adult Fiction on, because sometimes I just need to read something soothing where the boy gets the girl and the good guys win. Battle Royale style child murder is a bonus, also.
Chun: “HEY! HEY! DID YOU KNOW THAT ERASMUS WROTE PRAISE OF FOLLY IN LON–”
West (hurrying from the bedroom, startled): “What!? What??”
Chun: “Hey. Did you know that Erasmus wrote Praise of Folly in London, at Thomas More’s house?”
West: …
Chun: “I said, Did you know, that Erasmus–“
West: “Yes.”
Chun: “What?”
West: “Yes. I actually did know that.”
Chun: “How?”
West: “What do you mean ‘how’? The same way you know it. I read it somewhere.”
Chun: “Hmph.”
West: “Why?”
Chun: “Well, did you know they first met when More was only twenty years old? And Erasmus, who was thirty or so, was so impressed with him that he went around singing his praises all over Europe. It was Erasmus who first called More ‘A Man for All Seasons.’”
West: “I don’t understand what’s happening.”
Chun: “It was Erasmus who first called More ‘A Man for–”
West: “No, I don’t understand why we’re talking about this. Why you were yelling about it.”
Chun: “What, I can’t yell about Erasmus? And More?”
West: “Mother, it has long been established that you can and do yell about whatever the hell you want, I’m just saying–”
Chun: “Fine. How was your poop?”
West: …
Chun: “How was your poop today? Did you poop today?”
West: “I did. It was fine. Respectable. Satisfactory.”
Chun: “That’s excellent. Congratulations.”
West: “Thank you.”
Chun: “Are you hungry?”
West: “Less so, now.”
Chun: “Good. Let’s eat.”
*The photo for this entry shows a print of Thomas More with his family, given as a gift to my mother by my friend Rory, who mailed it to her from London because he loves her, and she loves him, and they give each other things. It has long been affixed to the top of our kimchi refrigerator. Which is exactly what it sounds like: a second refrigerator, only to be used for kimchi. Ours is situated in the living room, and is currently full of fruit cake and gatorade. Because, duh.