Hills Like White Elephants

I hope to never utter that phrase again.

Up until the last couple of weeks everything's been just berries between me and my American. We drink, we dance, we party, we neck.

Well...you know what that leads to.

Things were already tense between us leading up to our trip. You see, the thing is, I told him I'm expecting. He said, well what do you expect me to do about it? Then went off and got all hoary-eyed. I just could not believe it.

These men that have these codes, these rules they live by. They drink; they go to and participate in boxing matches; they hunt for pete's sake. They define what it means to be a man and then... Well, doesn't a man want a family? A wife? A child?

It starts with a couple of beers, then something called Anis del Toro? We love to try new drinks.

It tastes just like absinthe -

You say something looks like white elephants and then... Just the thought of that scene makes my stomach turn. Well, that and other reasons.

"It’s really an awfully simple operation, Jig."

I could scream. What an uncomfortable mess that whole afternoon turned into.

And you know, we still haven't even come to an agreement. But I guess we should make a decision soon, because every day we make it even more impossible.

to top it off, he takes this picture of me --

I guess after everything, whatever we decide, I'll just have to be fine with it.

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