Or, An Exercise In Writing Dialogue
My dad was going to come down and have lunch with me tomorrow, but as the weather’s supposed to take a turn for the worse, we’ve postponed until next week. He did, however, have this to say, “Did you see that article in the Toronto Star about people like you? Do you read that paper at all?”
“Not usually. Like me how?”
[I am thinking: writers, readers, RRHB-lovers, bloggers, workers, women, any myriad of words that could be used to describe my interests]
“You know, left-handed.”
[Ohhhhh] “What did it say?”
“That you’re all pretty intelligent. And there’s not very many of you.”
“My smarts have never been in question Daddy, just what I do with them.”
Chuckle. More conversation about when he will come down for lunch. Sounds of him eating dinner. Me teasing him about being an old man eating at old man times. Hanging up.
That’s funny. And it also bodes well for Sadie since she’s like YOU.