While I was eating my lunch "Sasha" called me. I turned down the volume of my ringtone on Wednesday, so at least it wasn't crazy-rude. This is the opening of the conversation:
Dodi: Hey! Sasha: How do you pronounce the word for female oral sex? D: What? S: How is it pronounced? Coon-e…, Cun-e-lung… D: I'm sitting in a restaurant. S: I know. How do you say it? D: [Silence.] S. It's in The Time Traveler's Wife and I always stumble over that word it. D: [Whispering.] There are old people here. D: [Eyeing couple sharing a lunch special in the next booth.] S: I knew you'd know it. D: [Sigh.] D: cun · ni · lin · gus
I'm not sure how successful I was at muffling my voice with my hands. It's not always easy to be the one someone can ask anything without fear of jugdement. Before I got a cell phone I would get these calls at my desk. I'm glad she loves the book though.
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