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  A continuation of Chapter 2 in Suzy Soro's unreleased book.
Suzy gets engaged to Scotty and they move back home for the summer after their Sophomore year. Susie wants to write and Scotty is indifferent. She writes 50 letters that summer, he writes 7. As the big date draws closer, Suzy's parents try to bring her back to reality ...
We continue now with more of Chapter 2.
All the Bad Sex I’ve Had, a very, very, very long book (Part 8) "You rarely hear from him," my mother said.
"We talk."
"But only when you call him, he doesn't even call that much anymore," my mother said, setting the table for dinner. My parents thought I was too young to get married. What did they know? They were trapped in a loveless dyad where extreme politeness masqueraded as intimacy. And it was difficult to believe anything my mother said ever since the day she told me that Vivien Leigh was not well cast as Scarlett O'Hara. Have you ever met anyone who said that? Of course you haven't.
I flew in to meet his parents and he flew in to meet mine. Scotty's mother tried talking me out of marrying her only son but as soon as my eyes welled up, she changed her mind and instead encouraged me to take the pill. Since my own mother pretended that my sister and I had been delivered by FedEx Overnight and had never once mentioned the birds and the bees, not to mention the initially confusing 69, I was grateful that somebody's mother was looking out for me.
By now Scotty had moved into a two bedroom apartment in Berkeley, seemingly unaware of our plans to move to San Francisco together. He told me he had been in the apartment for four weeks, but I only found out because his sister gave me his phone number one night when I called looking for him.
"He didn't even tell me." I wailed to my mother.
"Ummmm." She replied.
"I bet Dad would never do that to you, not talk about something important like that." I was pretty sure she started to say something, but then changed her mind. "Right, Mom?"
"Wellll, men don't like to talk as much as women do, and when they do talk, it's not about the things that you think they should talk about so it's sometimes better to just not talk to them about important things and just do what you think is best and tell them later."
"Really?"
"And always let them think that something was their idea to begin with, and because they can't switch focus when they're listening, due to their much smaller corpus callosums, they'll forget that they threatened to cut up your Saks charge card if you redo the living room and then take all the credit when they see Berber carpeting and a silk loveseat."
My parents had an annoying habit of using words that no one had ever heard of. Then when you asked them what a word meant, they told you to go look it up. Then I would say, How can I look it up if I don't know how to spell it? And then they would counter with, Just try.
The corpus callosum is a structure of the mammalian brain in the longitudinal fissure that connects the left and right cerebral hemispheres. It is the largest white matter structure in the brain, consisting of 200-250 million contralateral axonal projections. It is a wide, flat bundle of axons beneath the cortex. Much of the inter-hemispheric communication in the brain is conducted across the corpus callosum.
"And that's a good thing?" I asked my mother, "to let the man take all the credit?"
"Oh yes, that's a very good thing."
"So it's a good thing that Scotty got his own apartment and didn't tell me?"
"No, that's a bad thing."
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