Rainy Day Dialogue

Tension, antipathy, love, or humor can be created in a memoir without ever mentioning any of those words:

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'So, what's on your agenda today?'

'Gonna see about that crittur smell in the stove. Can't work outside in the rain. You gonna go to the fitness center to workout?'

'Yeah, might as well. I paid my $30. Quads need the work.'

'Good. I'll start while you're gone.'

'You don't want me around while you work?'

'You get in the way. You'll freak out when you see what's back there.'

'Where?'

'In the insulation behind the stove. Smells like mice nested in there when it was in storage.'

'Yuck!'

Ninety minutes later carrying five bags of groceries, she returned from a minor workout and a major shop. 'I'll put these on the floor over here in the corner so they'll be out of the way. Where did all those screws come from?'

'On this floor you can't drop anything. No matter what it is, it blends in; I brought a few from the workshop with me.'

'Will this whipped cream spread do for your sandwiches?'

'Yep, anything will do.'

She walked over to scan the back of the stove dismantled in the middle of the kitchen.
'Hummm...what's that stuff by the back door?'

'Insulation. Don't step on it. Tore it out of the back of the stove. It stinks; I installed new. Should correct the smell.'

'Thanks.'

'No worries. Now, go find something to do. You'll get in the way.'

'Ole fart! It's cold in here.'

'Not as cold as it is outside.'

'Hope the furnace arrives soon or we'll be using that oven to heat this place even if it smells like mouse.'