“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m laying on the floor with a book on top of me. Since I will never live long enough to read all the books I have, and want to read, I decided to lay on the floor, put a book on top of me and see if the words could just sink into me. I’d use more than one book but then the words would get mixed together and I wouldn’t know which words belonged to which book.”
“Do you honestly believe that will work?”
“No, but I have to do something. I can’t read a hundred books everyday. I actually started reading, while I was listened to a book on tape, as I was doing the dishes.”
“You have a problem,” he said. “I don’t think laying under a book will do anything to help.”
She sat up and pulled up her knees. “What am I going to DO?”
“Why do you have to read so many books?” he asked.
She felt a flame ignite in her toes and shoot directly to her brain. “EXCUSE me?”
“I KNOW what you said. I just can’t believe you SAID it.”
“Well, if it’s stressing you out, I just thought…”
“I thought you loved me,” she said.
“How can you? If you could say something like THAT, you don’t even KNOW me.”
“Is this one of those, impossible communications things, where men have no idea what’s going on?”
“How can you not know what’s going on?”
“Because I don’t. I was just trying to help you solve a problem.”
“That you had too many books to read in a short amount of time. Logically, the answer is to read fewer books.”
“And your gender runs the world. No wonder we’re in such a huge mess.”
“What does that have to do with anything?’ he asked.
“Here’s a hint. I want to find a way to read ALL of the books, in the limited time I have, not figure out how NOT to read some of them.”
“What do you mean, what? What part don’t you get?”
He stared at her, then said, “If I can help, just let me know.”
“I will,” she said. “And nice save.”