Kat was on the verge. Her girlfriend of two years had just ejected her from their mutual apartment; she couldn’t move back in with her parents, good God-fearing Christians, because of the aforementioned girlfriend. She would have to pawn all her belongings to afford a hotel room for long enough to find more permanent lodgings. Except Rachelle was holding all of her things hostage; she believed Kat had cheated on her. Kat had been faithful. She was beginning to suspect Rachelle’s paranoia was symptomatic of some undiagnosed mental illness. It would have been a relief to be away from her had it not been for the homelessness.
Kat had friends, but she loathed to be an imposition. Besides, Rachelle had probably already contacted most of them to air her accusations. After two years, it was difficult to tell their friends apart – though their breakup would be a good Litmus test.
Rachelle had always been the more charming half of the couple. Kat knew she could be abrasive, but that hadn’t seemed to matter when she had a significant other around. Rachelle was good at maintaining appearances, balancing champagne flutes between her fingers and holding forth on a variety of topics, from Aristotle to the latest episode of American Idol. She was a social chameleon and butterfly. Kat was unable and unwilling to shape-shift to please others; otherwise she might have had a family to return to.
She should have cheated on her. Then, at least, she would have someplace to go.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Katherine Maillet
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