Stuff Like White Elephants

Diana handed me the heart pendulum, its diamond surface catching the rays of the dying sun.

"Perhaps.....perhaps we should forget Rio," she whispered to me.

"Maybe...maybe you're right," Dirk said, caressing my hair.

"If...if only there was...some...other way."

"But we...we know that there isn't."

They both gave these words a considerable pause, chewing them over again and again.

"But...will you stay for dinner?" he asked her.

With a flash of her old seductiveness she responded, "Well...well what are you having?"

He indicated toward me, "Ryan is making...he's making grilled cheese. And applesauce."

"Then yes...yes. I will have some. I'll go and wash...wash my hands."

"Don't...don't use the...hand towels. They're for presentation only."

As she walked away she muttered, "Fag."