And the less I liked him, the more doubts I had about her. I was disappointed in her for the choice she had made. Maybe I’m just narrow-minded. My sister certainly seemed to think so. We didn’t talk about my feelings, but she knew I didn’t like her fiancé, and she let her annoyance show. “You’ve got such a narrow view of things,” she said. At the time, we were talking about spaghetti. She was telling me that I had a narrow view of spaghetti. This was not all she had in mind, of course. Her fiancé was lurking somewhere just beyond the spaghetti, and she was really talking about him. We were fighting over him by proxy. It all started one Sunday afternoon when she suggested we go out for Italian food. “Fine,” I said, since I just happened to be in the mood for that. We went to a cute little spaghetti house that had recently opened up across from the station. I ordered spaghetti with eggplant and garlic, and she asked for pesto sauce. While we waited, I had a beer. So far, so good.
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