Have to think that what he’s saying is that he doesn’t like me because of what he did. Fine that he knows that, but it’s not my fault, and he shouldn’t blame me for it. And…sniping at his wife? “Glass and I got along just fine before all this,” I can’t help putting in. “Thought we had some things in common, but—she gave me two days notice, Iago, said she would not give me shelter under her roof. Because of what you did. Can’t bring myself to look fondly on that, either.”
Feel like she’s in the room now, little drab bird of a woman, all blotched face and staring eyes. In more than one way, it’s her between us, him and me, between us being friends or whatever else might have happened. Don’t hate her for that, because it’s him saying he loves her, but—she turned me out on my ear for what he’d done. And that’s between me and Iago. Can’t forgive that.
He ends by saying I’m not his priority. I understand that, though it hurts to be told in such a bald way. Adds something about Verdi, too, but doesn’t say he misunderstood what he told me before. “She’s mine, whatever she is.” Thought I had decided before he went and opened his mouth, but maybe it’s for the best I found out now, not later, if it is true what she did. Want more than anything in the world to run over to the Tavern and find her, whatever she’s doing, and hug her as tight as I can. Have things be like this morning. But what I need to do is some thinking away from pretty men who know her.
I get my money out to pay for the coffee, because I said I would, and push my chair back. “See you around, Iago.” And just say it plainly, no fight in me. "Got some thinking and smoking to do."
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Feel like she’s in the room now, little drab bird of a woman, all blotched face and staring eyes. In more than one way, it’s her between us, him and me, between us being friends or whatever else might have happened. Don’t hate her for that, because it’s him saying he loves her, but—she turned me out on my ear for what he’d done. And that’s between me and Iago. Can’t forgive that.
He ends by saying I’m not his priority. I understand that, though it hurts to be told in such a bald way. Adds something about Verdi, too, but doesn’t say he misunderstood what he told me before. “She’s mine, whatever she is.” Thought I had decided before he went and opened his mouth, but maybe it’s for the best I found out now, not later, if it is true what she did. Want more than anything in the world to run over to the Tavern and find her, whatever she’s doing, and hug her as tight as I can. Have things be like this morning. But what I need to do is some thinking away from pretty men who know her.
I get my money out to pay for the coffee, because I said I would, and push my chair back. “See you around, Iago.” And just say it plainly, no fight in me. "Got some thinking and smoking to do."