Beth greeted each day with a list of what she didn’t have. There were numerous days, she thought, while sipping her coffee, I’ll create a new list. Her co-worker, Darlene, kept an ongoing list of household chores for her spouse. One time Beth tried to create a list of famous quotes she didn’t want to forget. It was too complicated. Eventually, it seemed Beth careened back to her overall theme: the list of what she didn’t have.
Today her list included:
1) fucking child support
2) money, money, money
3) sex that makes me feel like a woman (not a prostitute)
4) tell boss no: for e.g. Drew, no, I won’t get you another cup of coffee
It had been five years since her ex disappeared. Just like that. Poof. Well, not exactly, but it felt like that. She’d tried to track him down. It was futile. He’d moved constantly, she had to keep a rolodex just for him. What was he running from? And what about poor Deedee, who seemed to miss her dad more every day.
The phone rang. She knew by the ring it was her sister, Lillian. She sighed.
“Hi, Lil, you caught me in the middle…”
“Huh? Oh, you’re still making those lists?”
“Why do you care? Just be glad you’re not on em.” She made a mental note to find something about Lillian to add.
“I think that’s crazy, Beth. Maybe you have that disorder- what is it? ADA? Or DDT?”
Yeah, I have a disorder. Beth laughed. Been told that so many times it fell on deaf ears. “Thanks, I pay my therapist big bucks for that sort of stuff. Anyhow, what’s up?”
Lillian paused. “Um, did I tell you about this new stuff? It’s called Shimmer Glitter.”
“Shimmer Glitter?” Beth snorted. “Sounds like something Deirdre and her girlfriends would wear.” Beth glanced at today’s list. “Where’d you buy it?”
Added #5: Shimmer Glitter