Monk and Joanie, a woman he was once in love with, discussing his upcoming trip to Virginia. This is a vignette to support the book, A Twinkle in the Eyes of God.
“You’re going where?” Joanie asked.
I knew she heard me the first time, but I repeated: “Virginia.”
“Virginia? I thought you’d rather be shot that go back there?” She was sitting next to me in front of my bungalow. It was a warm evening and we were nursing our drinks.
“That’s still an option,” I assured her.
“Jesus, Monk,” she slapped the back of my head, “it’s like pulling teeth. And you brought it up!”
“I did, didn’t I?” I said, stating the obvious.
“So are you going to tell me or not?”
“Uh-huh, like this drink all over your pretty new suit.” Joanie pointed her glass in my direction.
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