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Good Riddance

January 28th, 2011 by admin

“Mate. Mate! Mate! Calm down!”

Will isn’t sure who he’s addressing. Six hours ago, as Ulrika wept, he felt like a hero for saying that he’d help Ulrika tell her now-ex-lover, Wayland, to move out of Ulrika’s flat. He’s in the middle of the hundred-decibel negotiations now, thinking that maybe he got asked along to make sure that Ulrika didn’t kill Wayland.

“Admit it!” she’s shrieking. “Admit it! You were only using me as your boarding house and ticket to Europe!”

Wayland swears, then says, “Why shouldn’t I? You think New Zealand’s crap! You say so all the time!” Putting on a mincing, feminine voice, he mocks, “Ui, the men in this town, all so short and ugly. The weather, so bad. What Will is paid, his boring girlfriend, how he puts up with it?” His green eyes flash malice and triumph at Will.

Will folds his arms. “You. Five minutes to finish packing. Then, out. Got it?”

Lips still curled, Wayland gives him a mocking salute, then saunters to get bags from the kitchen. “Not those ones!” Ulrika shrieks. “Not the waterproof reusable ones. The plastic ones! You brought them all in!”

Fifteen minutes later, Wayland is evicted at last, tossing out the last words, “She’s all yours, mate.” Then, the door closes.

Ulrika collapses on the sofa, chest heaving. Slowly, she leans her head back and sighs. “Ohhhhh, such a relief.” Peeping at Will from under her histronically-closed eyelids, she sees that he’s not in a hurry to join her on the sofa. “You can’t believe what he said I said about your pay and your girlfriend.”

“Not sure,” he mutters. “Heard you say all the other things, though. And…maybe it’s kind of true.”

Ulrika sits up, perkily.

“This day has been more drama than Win ever inflicted on me. Even when she broke up with Wayland herself, twelve years ago, and called me up again. Or when she saw us together earlier today. In fact – ” Will checks his smart phone – “she still hasn’t sent me a message. I’ve gotta find her.”

Her eyes brim again. “You can’t leave me here after all of this!”

“Why not? It’s safe now. Lock the door. Have a quiet night in. It’s not always bad to be boring.”

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