Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
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Coe Review • <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>22</strong><br />
“They came in with a stolen ashtray!” Jenny screamed.<br />
“Maybe they wouldn’t steal from you, but they don’t know me. Far<br />
as I’m concerned, you can forget about me if you ever see them<br />
again. Sometimes I hate you so much. I don’t know why I ever hung<br />
around with you. You don’t ever care about me. You think your<br />
criminal friends are more important. Top of everything else, I bet<br />
you’re glad they stole my wallet and keys. I’m telling you, I don’t<br />
ever want to see those bad girls again.”<br />
“Jenny,” I began, but she hit me and said, “Don’t say ‘Jenny’<br />
like that to me! They have my wallet and my keys. What am I<br />
supposed to do now; I want you to look all over the house again.<br />
Look through the trash. Maybe somebody threw the stuff away by<br />
mistake. I’m not gonna be able to sleep tonight.”<br />
We did not find the blue wallet.<br />
“I told you they were like that,” Jenny said. “You better<br />
promise me right now that you’re never gonna see those skinheads<br />
anymore.”<br />
“No,” I said.<br />
“Then you’re not gonna see me anymore,” Jenny said, tears<br />
rolling down her plump golden cheeks. Jenny did not mean exactly<br />
what she had said; she meant only the worst thing that she could<br />
think of.<br />
10<br />
“At first I thought they were really funny,” said my flatmate<br />
Martin, preparing to embrace the views of his class. “But then I<br />
decided they were kind of frightening when I realized that they were<br />
serious.”<br />
“I don’t think they did it,” I said.<br />
But Martin was certain that they had.<br />
11<br />
There are times when you know that something is not right<br />
anymore or that something is over, but with that knowledge comes a<br />
sick premonition of what it will mean to you, as if you suddenly<br />
realized that the ground was dissolving under you, and under that<br />
was darkness and dirt and crawling bugs, and you want the comfort<br />
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