chapter 6 #7

7.


7.

Will and Margaret are sitting in Will’s car, a 1994 Ford Tempo. Will doesn’t share his father’s taste for expensive cars. It is raining. (Of course it is) This is the conversation on the night before Margaret delivers the news to Callahan.

Margaret: How can I tell him Will?
Will: We could leave. Run away. Do that whole romantic thing. Live somewhere exotic. I have a bit of money.
Margaret: I can’t just run away. I have to be an adult, maybe it’s stupid. But I have to face up to this. I was being a child when I married him. I won’t be a child at the start of this…of us.
Will: You were a child when you married him Margie. I’m not trying to be a jerk, but I mean, he prayed on you. He’s a predator. That’s who he is, that’s even what his job is. Predator. That’s a job title for him.
Margaret: I can’t blame my youth. I made that decision. I thought, or I pretended I thought, I was in love with him.
Will: I’m sorry Margie. *matter of fact tone* I could kill him. Do you want me to? I kind of want to...
Margaret: Are you serious?
Will: *not answering question* I really want to sometimes. Right now I think I’d be great.
Margaret: I won’t let you commit murder. This is cheesy, but that’s not who you are.
Will: I could be someone else for a bit.
Margaret: Umm, that’s sweet of you, I guess, offering to kill your father.
Will: No, you’re right, I couldn’t kill him. But it’s fun to pretend sometimes.
Margaret: *laughs* Yes it is.

They snuggle together, and are silent for some time, we get tired of waiting for something to happen, so we stop watching.