Excerpt from: Circumcision of the Heart

Copyright 2000 - Christin J. Kuck

Katie: (Rushing in from off stage, throws herself into chair) I just don’t understand men, Gramma. I don’t think as long as I live I’ll understand men. They are a wart on society. A bad wart, I tell you.

Gramma: That bad, huh?

Katie: A wart with a boil on it. A yucky boil that oozes yellow stuff and then putrefies and turns green--

Gramma: I think I get the picture. So, how are things going with you and David?

Katie: Horrible. David and I had a fight. It was the worst! I don’t think I can speak to him again as long as I live.

Gramma: That long, huh?

Katie: Oh, Gramma. You’ll never believe what he did!

Gramma: I bet I could.

Katie: He told me I was a bad housewife! Me! Just because I refused to pick up his dirty underwear off the bedroom floor!

Gramma: Dirty underwear was it?

Katie: He told me he thought after we were married I would take care of things like that. Can you imagine!?! I would take care of things like picking up his disgusting, dirty underwear.

Gramma: I can only imagine.

Katie: So I told him, if he wanted his underwear to make it to the laundry machine, he’d better just march right in the bedroom and pick it up himself! And do you know what he said to me?

Gramma: I have a pretty good idea.

Katie: He said to me if I couldn’t pick up a simple pair of underwear, then what good was I anyway. What good was I?!? (Begins to cry) I can’t believe I married this man!