Asa Is Asa
Jul. 9th, 2010 08:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraAround one in the morning RTT stumbles home. His pal’s Asa’s birthday. To celebrate, Asa’s mother had taken a few of the boys to Derrian Lake for the day. You’re a braver man than I, Asa’s mother!
“What are you doing here?” I mutter somewhat ungraciously.
For one thing RTT was supposed to be spending the night at Asa’s. For another, his air mattress had sprung a hole. I’d patched the hole, but hadn’t yet reinflated the bed – which meant that he would end up sleeping in my bed with me -- a perfectly innocent exercise: throughout most of human history everyone shared beds with everyone, but okay, I’ll grant you: it does sound kinky.
“I asked her to take me home,” says Robin. “Asa and his mother got into this huge fight and he started telling her he was going to kill her: ‘I’m going to slit your throat in your sleep, bitch!’”
“What?” I said.
“Asa’s like that, you know. He has tantrums.”
“A death threat is no tantrum,” I told Robin. “At the very least, a death threat is a restraining order waiting to happen. What did Susan say when Asa threatened to kill her?”
“She told him to calm down. I got the feeling that they have this kind of argument a lot. He started screaming and jumped out of the car at one point. After he got back into the car I asked Susan if she would take me home.”
“Does Asa fly off the handle like that with his friends?”
Robin frowned. “Asa is like – well, you know if you’re bored and you feel like messing with someone, you tell Asa to jump off a 15 foot ledge. And Asa does it.”
“That doesn’t sound like a very friendly thing to say about a friend.”
“I like Asa,” said Robin. “I’m probably one of the few people in the group we hang with who does. But you know – Asa is Asa.”
Asa is Asa.
Shudder.
In other news, the Census hired me back for another two months, I started working at Cornell again and I’m almost finished with the Decennium short story. And someone actually asked me out to lunch this afternoon!
“What are you doing here?” I mutter somewhat ungraciously.
For one thing RTT was supposed to be spending the night at Asa’s. For another, his air mattress had sprung a hole. I’d patched the hole, but hadn’t yet reinflated the bed – which meant that he would end up sleeping in my bed with me -- a perfectly innocent exercise: throughout most of human history everyone shared beds with everyone, but okay, I’ll grant you: it does sound kinky.
“I asked her to take me home,” says Robin. “Asa and his mother got into this huge fight and he started telling her he was going to kill her: ‘I’m going to slit your throat in your sleep, bitch!’”
“What?” I said.
“Asa’s like that, you know. He has tantrums.”
“A death threat is no tantrum,” I told Robin. “At the very least, a death threat is a restraining order waiting to happen. What did Susan say when Asa threatened to kill her?”
“She told him to calm down. I got the feeling that they have this kind of argument a lot. He started screaming and jumped out of the car at one point. After he got back into the car I asked Susan if she would take me home.”
“Does Asa fly off the handle like that with his friends?”
Robin frowned. “Asa is like – well, you know if you’re bored and you feel like messing with someone, you tell Asa to jump off a 15 foot ledge. And Asa does it.”
“That doesn’t sound like a very friendly thing to say about a friend.”
“I like Asa,” said Robin. “I’m probably one of the few people in the group we hang with who does. But you know – Asa is Asa.”
Asa is Asa.
Shudder.
In other news, the Census hired me back for another two months, I started working at Cornell again and I’m almost finished with the Decennium short story. And someone actually asked me out to lunch this afternoon!
