Every once in a while I will dial the familiar number.
It is usually he that picks up the phone. She will come up
to him asking who''s the caller. Knowing it''s me, she will
grab the phone, say a few greeting words, and then start
talking bad of him, complaints flooding out, all about
chores and minor superficial details.
As always, he argues, and through the long-distance
call I hear them quarreling seriously.
Quarreling seems to be bound with their life. He seems
like a capricious boy, and she a little girl who cannot
bear with even a small grievance. It is common that they
fight each other half a day over minor issues. Over and
over again, they will quarrel — They are born to disagree
with each other.
let us continue