Things my brain-damaged housemate shouldn’t have said
I was going though some old e-mail, and found this story from several years ago concerning my housemate Toula, who has brain damage.
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Toula is gossiping with my non-brain-damaged housemate Salma about a friend’s new relationship. I am washing dishes in the background.
Toula: … he’s already exerting all this influence over her.
Salma: How long have they been going out?
Toula: A month.
Salma: Oh, so not that long, then.
Toula: Yeah, they’re in that no-man’s land period of dating.
Salma [after a pause]: Well, what does that mean?
Toula: You know in war, how there’s the battle lines, and there’s that space between the trenches where all the dead bodies are? That’s the no-man’s land. [nods]
Salma [looking to me]: O…kay.
Me [thinking]: In a way, that’s a very good explanation. In another way, that’s the worst explanation I’ve ever heard, and I’m going to throw this knife at her now.
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