At the Shop, closing.
VERONICA: I don’t know why, but you all seem to be convinced that I have some secret boyfriend I’m seeing.
B: Well, yeah. It’s just strange. You’ve started wearing make-up all of a sudden–
VERONICA: What! I’ve started wearing it since the beginning of this year, and you know why?
B: Why?
VERONICA: Because I woke up one day and found wrinkles under my eyes. I’m not even 30 and I’ve got wrinkles.
B bursts out laughing.
B: So it’s not because you’re seeing someone?
VERONICA: No! My god, if I had one, I would tell you. Hell, I’d tell you all before I even told my own mother.
B: Really?
VERONICA: Oh yeah, my mum would be the last to know.
B: Seriously? Why?
VERONICA: Oh my god, mum and boyfriends do not mix.
B: Doesn’t like any of them?
VERONICA: It’s not that she’s anti boyfriend, she’s just anti relationship in general. She’s convinced that we unconsciously throw away our lives being in one.
B: Really?
VERONICA: Oh yeah. When I was in high school I got a call from a boy. One boy. Through out the whole time I was in high school I got one call from a boy and she flipped out, stood outside my bed room door the ENTIRE conversation and then proceeded to give me a 15 min lecture about how I was a in high school and I was not to dropout of school for a boy.
B: What!?
VERONICA: I know, the whole thing didn’t make any sense. I was only 15 for crying out loud.
B: And she’s always been like this.
VERONICA: The last relationship I was in, it was in the middle of my honours year so it wasn’t the best time to start one, but it happened and you deal. Anyway, I was over at his place and she rang my phone and was almost in hysterics: “Where are you?” she says. “I’m coming to get you. Do I need to remind you that you’re doing your honours?” She acted as if I had ran off to join the circus.
B laughs.
VERONICA: My sister cops it too. She was talking to us about her latest boyfriend and the pet peeves that you always have with them, and she mentioned that she was sick and tired of always having to come up with something to do and places to go.
B: Oh yeah, that shits me too.
VERONICA: Common thing right? Mum’s reaction: “Oh, it’ll never work.”
B: But it’s a little thing.
VERONICA: That’s what we told her. “Yes, but it’s the little things that count.”
B: And that’s how she’s always been?
VERONICA: Yup.
B: What are you going to do if you get married?
VERONICA: Simple, not getting married.
B: Really? You’ll never get married.
VERONICA: Hmm…well, maybe I will, but I just won’t tell her.
THE END.
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