Susan Wiggs Quote
Fine, then just tell me what I need to do. It’s your specialty, right? Turning a diamond in the rough into a polished gem. She regarded him skeptically. Assuming there’s a precious stone under that exterior. Ha. You know it, sugar pie. New rule, she said. Don’t go around calling women names like sugar pie. If I called men names like that, people would think I’m queer. And don’t say queer. Everybody says queer. It’s even in the name of that show. It’s a matter of context. And judgment. Just do yourself a favor and don’t use that word. What should I use? Ho-mo-sexual? He separated the word into obnoxious-sounding syllables. How about you avoid the subject altogether? People can go for long periods of time without debating sexual orientation. She assessed him with her eyes. Unless this is a preoccupation of yours. He snorted. Right. You slay me, lady. You really do. First, you rag on me for being a Lothario. Which, by the way, I looked up. I’m nothing like that guy. He was banging anything in hoop skirts. And I’m not. I don’t have that problem. At the moment, my biggest problem is you. And you’re supposed to be helping me. I am, but I need some cooperation from you. You got it, he said, polishing off the doughnut. Sugar pie.
Fine, then just tell me what I need to do. It’s your specialty, right? Turning a diamond in the rough into a polished gem. She regarded him skeptically. Assuming there’s a precious stone under that exterior. Ha. You know it, sugar pie. New rule, she said. Don’t go around calling women names like sugar pie. If I called men names like that, people would think I’m queer. And don’t say queer. Everybody says queer. It’s even in the name of that show. It’s a matter of context. And judgment. Just do yourself a favor and don’t use that word. What should I use? Ho-mo-sexual? He separated the word into obnoxious-sounding syllables. How about you avoid the subject altogether? People can go for long periods of time without debating sexual orientation. She assessed him with her eyes. Unless this is a preoccupation of yours. He snorted. Right. You slay me, lady. You really do. First, you rag on me for being a Lothario. Which, by the way, I looked up. I’m nothing like that guy. He was banging anything in hoop skirts. And I’m not. I don’t have that problem. At the moment, my biggest problem is you. And you’re supposed to be helping me. I am, but I need some cooperation from you. You got it, he said, polishing off the doughnut. Sugar pie.