Due to an Internet outage I’m posting more than one blog for a couple of days to get caught up on writing assignments.
This assignment is about learning to create dialog through creation of opposing views.
“You owe me,” she said, her arms crossed firmly across her chest.
“I owe you?” I echoed her sentiment from across the lawn. “I owe you what? And why do I owe you?”
“The refrigerator leaked and ruined the antique dressers in the basement.”
I blinked before answering. Okay, I’m hard of hearing. Was that what she really said? “You think I’m responsible that your refrigerator leaked?” I asked.
“Yes. It never did before you moved in.”
“The refrigerator is on its last legs. It’s yours. I was the roommate.”
“The leak ruined the furniture.”
“Hold on,” I said. “You moved it into a wet basement. A basement you warned me never to put anything valuable in.” I watched her spine stiffen in outrage, but I continued, “Besides, your insurance paid for the damage.”
“It wasn’t enough,” she said.
“That’s a problem between you and your insurance,” I replied, confounded.
I paused, thought, and then slowly said. “I painted your deck, I painted your kitchen, I helped select the new counter for the kitchen, and I helped you figure out what dryer to get when yours died – because you couldn’t make a decision. I loaned you my new clothes to attend a fancy party. For three months I took care of you after a major surgery so you didn’t have to go to rehab. I visited you in the hospital. I helped you figure out how to respond to performance evaluations. I gave you two of my old iPhones – which I could have sold, and I did it because you couldn’t afford to get one. I gave you an Oreck vacuum to use on the stairs because of all the cat litter all over the floor there. I took care of your dog and cat whenever you went on vacation, not to mention hostessing a birthday party for you. I did that out of the goodness of my heart. Tell me again what I owe you.”
I never heard the answer…I’m hard of hearing.