Let Me Explain You

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Author: Annie Liontas
evening with gratitude and ease. The waiters would relay to the kitchen: July. Their order slips would be filled with July. Trash cans would be filthy with July, stomachs full of July. When the order was up, Stavroula’s assistants would ring a bell and their sentences would all start with July. Stavroula’s entire world would be July, as it was already, in a way. July would walk into July and feel—stunned, flattered, maybe desire the size of a pea. Which is all that Stavroula needed.
    â€œIf I say no, that means you’ll walk?”
    â€œDo you want to say no?”
    Mr. Asbury adjusted himself on the stool. “She’ll think this is my idea.”
    â€œYou can tell her it isn’t.”
    â€œYou ought to tell her it isn’t.”
    Stavroula bunched up the side of her apron. “You’re right. I’ll explain it to her.”
    The email—that was the thing pushing her, from its place in her white apron that had only ever seen utensils. The letter was this one small thing that can change everything . It was this Let me explain you something that had been explaining to her, all night, what she needed to do. It had appeared in her in-box some time around midnight, addressed to all of the women in her family, and each time she read it she told herself it would be the last time. At four, she left her bed and her bull terrier, Dumpling. The blankets were a scramble. She started to email him a response. Instead, she rewrote her entire menu.
    Fuck her hair.

DAY 8
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Denial

God has to exist, because He is the only one who can do for You.
    We cannot do for You.

CHAPTER 4
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    The alarm registered in razor-green flashes, one grinding wail blaring into the next, like spreadsheets opening within spreadsheets opening within spreadsheets, all of them inventorying her faults in a code that everyone tried to read but no one but her actually could. 10:31, she was officially thirty-one minutes late for work. 10:43, Litza answered Rob’s call. Of course it was him, who else was looking for her on a Sunday morning? Not her ex-husband—and not her friends, who were too fucked up for her these days, or too stuck on rehab repeat.
    Could Rob blame her for sleeping in? No one should have to work insurance on Sundays in an office located on a street called Industrial Complex Row, but Litza herself had elected to work Sundays so that a) she could work from home three other days a week; b) none of the supervisors would be there to correct her when what she was doing was right to begin with; c) how would they know if she was doing it wrong, anyway? d) none of the cunts she worked with would be in to outpace her; e) Sunday was the Lord’s day to do with what she wanted; f) Sunday was actually an ambitious track for someone in her field, this was a way to get promoted, fuck her father that he thought she had no ambition; and g) Rob was fun. But this Sunday there were already a hundred E-100s to sort—all the leftover ones from the morning she and Rob went for pancakes.
    What she could not handle today was mass denials.
    Rob wanted to know, “Yo, you want to come grace us with your unhealthy presence?”
    She could have reached the clock to turn off the alarm but didn’t. She said, “I’m not asking for that much, Robby. Just the pending sterilizations.”
    The pending sterilizations he could do in his sleep, just like her, he joked. That wasn’t the issue, the pendings. The issue was it was a gorgeous Sunday. He had made them eggplant parmesan. Well, bought it from Carmen’s. She should come in, they’d kill the pendings and walk to the park for lunch. Yo, it was a beautiful day. The swans might be at the lake.
    It was almost enough—this surprise of lunch, a promise of swans. It was his wanting that she wanted, the hard work of a nineteen-year-old eager for a woman in her late twenties to notice him, which made her, she realized, not all that
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