KISS BY MARTIN CHIPPERFIELD
Renata slays Sally with bitter eyes and grim slit mouth. Where’s the bedroom? I’ve come to collect my husband
Listen lady, who do you think you are?
I spent seven years making a marriage and that’s a lot of time, a lot of effort. I’m not losing all that to someone like you.
Sally rests her back against the wall, takes a drag of her cigarette and blows it in Renata’s face.
You fucking slut. The Thunderbird keys scraping Renata’s wedding ring, the stilettos perforating the unpolished wooden floor.
Slut am I? I suppose you think my beauty and riches dragged him here.
Then Sally truly wondering, or was it that I kissed him that time in the parking station?
Looking at Renata almost with compassion, at her eyes gone cold with fear, mouth with no lips. Well, a kiss can bring you down can’t it?