Academic journal article Hecate

On the Way to Thursday

Academic journal article Hecate

On the Way to Thursday

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Under the table there is carpet, and peanut husks and sprinklings of salt. There is Therese, and Annie as well. Therese with cuffed sleeves and a lace skirt that is bunched at her ankles, kissing Annie in a summer dress. This past hour they have been drinking wine opposite each other, and Therese has been watching Annie's mouth. She had decided from the beginning that it was a mouth she would like to fall into. Finally it has become too wide and beautiful to resist.

Annie is lamenting between kisses that the embracing of girls necessitates the coverage of tables, and the table in question is uncomfortably low for such purposes. She is also lamenting that she has fallen in love with someone who believes everything she reads.

The body is the most mysterious signifier, Therese had said just this afternoon, when they were in the bus shelter on the way to the Princess hotel: Did you know that you can tell how many children you will have by counting the creases on the side of your hand?

This tendency of Therese's is something that Annie finds disconcerting. Two weeks ago, when they had first met between the shelves, with the air dusty and honey-coloured, and the light sneaking past the books in wedges and onto Therese's face in a way that had made Annie wonder whether there was anything lovelier in the world than this girl with Frances Koltun's Complete Book for the Intelligent Woman Traveller, Fourth Edition, in her hands, and sandals on her feet, Therese, upon noticing her gaze, had read out to her:

The United States has 90 per cent of the world's bathtubs and Americans have a fondness for bathing unequalled by any people.

I wouldn't expect that they are cleaner than the rest of us, Annie had replied.

Since then, Therese had remarked upon the social benefits of reality television, had related with glee Oscar Wilde's apparent meditations about wallpaper on his deathbed, and had warned Annie about the tragic consequences of opening umbrellas indoors.

To believe such stories simply because they were in books! As if writing a thing down made it real. For Annie the world took shape through experience, and not much else outside of that had relevance. …

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