and_her_delicacy_offended fyn gula "all you want to do is fuck me," she said, slamming the phone down. the line went dead like the sting of a slap across the cheek. i stared out the window to where two nuthatches seemed to be fighting over something i could not understand, just like her. she is the cracked wedgewood plate my eccentric aunt magdalene serves her taramisu upon, dropping it in the sink when she washes it in warm water and suds. it sounds broken. we all cringe, sipping merlot, growing number and more interested in the art of breaking china, delicately offending her. yes. i want to fuck you. 021115 what's it to you? who go blather from