claudiajean's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- About New Hampshire- WW She starts the road trip out with accusations. I swear we’ve been out on this road for no more than 20 minutes before I’m scooting towards the window to get away from her angry shifting. What’s more bothersome is that everything she’s saying does have some truth in it.
“There was that one time on the cape.” she’s yelling now, and I know exactly which time she means.
“Lisa, there were many times at the cape. Look, why are we fighting? Is this about New Hampshire?" “If it was about New Hampshire, would I be driving you there now, Sam?” “Do you want me to drive?” “This isn‘t about driving!” I stop talking at look outside. It’s that kind of morning that’s going to last all afternoon. In New York, it’s raining, and we stop at the New Hampshire state line so I can put chains on our tires. Lisa’s hair is long, and still wet from her shower inside and the rain outside. She’s pretty, she’s cute, and for one year in the 70’s, she had perfect hair, the type that was envied by every girl in her high school. She’s not beautiful. “I got the job, Sam.” she continued in a calm tone.
“When?!” “Yesterday, they called.” “Congratulations. Vogue is a tough job to get, you said so yourself.” I was happy for her. But I was thinking about New Hampshire, and Jed Bartlet. I was thinking about Josh Lyman. It wasn’t really about New Hampshire, or who was driving, it was about Josh. Remember that time on the cape, Lisa? I said in my head, while she changed radio stations, and lanes. Remember when we went to go play golf, Josh and I, and while you lounged by the pool, I was having sex with Josh in this car. I came in the seat you’re sitting in right now, with his lips on me. “Stop fidgeting, Sam.” she scolded. “Which exit do I take?” “Josh Lyman will be there.” I said casually, and she turned her head to look at me like I had lost my mind. “If this campaign works out, then what?” “Then I have to be in New Hampshire for a while.” Sam said. “Fucking Josh Lyman?” she asked in a tone that mocked the words. “Lisa-” “No, Sam, just admit it, just... tell the truth for once.” “What do you want me to say? That I don’t love you? I do love you, Lisa. I just want you to be happy.” “I want you to say that you won’t have sex with Josh this weekend.” I didn’t answer. I would have sex with Josh this weekend, hurried, and secret. But so much better then what Lisa and I have ever had. “Well.” “This is the farmhouse.” She didn’t get out, she didn’t even stop the car. The trunk opened with a pop and I got my bag out and looked up the road to where the old house sat softly on wet grass. It was at least a quarter mile to the house in rain that was going to turn to snow in moments. I was already soaked. I looked into her window. “Maybe Josh can warm you up.” end 11:54 a.m. - 2002-01-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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