Redundant Conversation
“They are all liars and thieves!” She says.
I have her on speaker, so I can paint while she complains.
“She’s a psychopath,” She announces.
“He’s a piece of…..”
I lean down to pick up my glitter paint and miss that one.
“And I told you about them,” she says “They are corrupt as you can get.”
I am not sure if she means the maniac or the narcissist in the house next door.
“Your brother?” I guess.
“That psychopath!” She says. “Sure, let’s talk about that lunatic.”
I reach for my hot pink neon and begin painting my next dragon.
“He is such a loser!” She says “He stole from my parents! He’s a liar and a thief!”
“I hope I never meet him,” I say.
This satisfies her for another ten or twelve minutes.
“Got to go,” I tell her. “It’s been fun talking to you.”
Same conversation every time we meet on the phone.
But she is my aunt, and it is only a bi-yearly visit, so I deal with it.
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