An Unmarried Woman
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1:26:00
My mother, she threw a pickled herring
at my dad, and it, uh, missed.

1:26:07
Splattered all against the wall.
1:26:09
I took one look
at that pickled herring...

1:26:13
and that's when I decided
to become an abstract expressionist.

1:26:41
Your work does remind me
of pickled herring.

1:26:46
Mmm.
1:26:52
Hey, I want to know
about that man you lived with.

1:26:57
Were you passionate
with each other?

1:26:58
- You mean sexually?
- I mean in every way.

1:27:01
Well, we were married
for a very long time.

1:27:05
- Well, I was married for nine years.
- Really?

1:27:08
Eight of those years
were very passionate.

1:27:10
Well, "passion's" a mild word for it, really.
1:27:13
It's—Well, it was more like war.
1:27:16
How did your marriage end?
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Not with a whimper, but with a bang.
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Matilda— Her name is Matilda—
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She wrote poetry for her soul, and she swam
a hundred laps a day for her body.

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Now, this was after we had
the two children.

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- Boys?
- My son is 12. My daughter's nine.

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Well, one day I came home,
and I found her in bed...

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with a high diver
from the local pool.

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- Oh, God.
- I wanted to kill the poor sap,
but something kept me from it.

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- What?
- He was about seven feet tall.

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Oh, you know something? L—
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I wasn't angry.
1:27:55
I felt relief, really.
1:27:58
I was glad it was over—
for both of us!


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