Sunday, April 01, 2012
Distance as Style
“Please! Sordid details are women's things!”
His daughter's muffled crying permeates the house.
Has gotten enough from wife Mona to feel that
Christie is mixed up with a bounder in the disguise
of a Goth. He concludes, though, said Goth more
simple than calculating.
Knows a man who knows roughnecks at the lumber yard:
Goth scuffed around a bit.
The sheriff has been on a ‘random crime’ kick to prove
the community importing urban ideas.
"But not random this time. Just young men taunting
each other about homosexuality and then fighting."
Goth drops out, and Christie finds a suitor born
in a suit.
Now, labor stirrings at the plant. The manager
invites some leaders to sit down with him.
"Not working so far, and a union trying to elbow in.
It’s important you tell me how far to go...in all regards."
“Do what you have to do.” He walks up to his elevated office,
takes an alcohol wipe from the antique desk.
Methodically opening the tight package and unfolding one.
Labels: father, Goth, management style
