“She picked up the ballpoint pen lying on the table, and played with it for a few seconds, but then she looked at the clock again. It had done its job: in the five minutes since her last look, it had advanced five minutes' worth.”
“Five minutes of planning are worth fifteen minutes of just looking.”
“I asked if she wanted kids. She said her clock is ticking. I said, That’s because I set it five minutes ahead when you weren’t looking.”
“She was thirty-five, and she did not look a minute younger.”
“So what are you going to wear?” I looked at her, wondering if she thought I had suddenly grown a vagina in the past five minutes. “Clothes.”
“So, what are you going to wear?"I looked at her, wondering if she thought I had suddenly grown a vagina in the past five minutes. "Clothes."She sighed. "Men.”