No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July

Author:Miranda July [Miranda July]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3, pdf
Tags: General Fiction
ISBN: 9781847673923
Publisher: Canongate Books
Published: 2007-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

Making Love in 2003

She had a needlepoint pillow that read: MAKING LOVE IN 2002. On the other side of the couch there was MAKING LOVE IN 1997, in blue, with a ruffle around the edge. I guessed there were more, but I tried not to look for them. I didn’t want to see the one with the current year on it. Or if there wasn’t one, I didn’t want to know why. She asked me polite questions, and we waited for her husband.

He says you’re very talented, are you self-taught?

Yes, I’m really just beginning, though. I have so much to learn.

Well, it sounds like you’re off to a good start.

Thank you.

After a while it seemed she was growing a little angry, with him for not being there and with me for being there. It occurred to me that if he didn’t appear soon, I would have to leave. My heart fell because I hadn’t planned anything for my future beyond this meeting. I had written every day for a year with his business card taped to my computer, and now I was done and he had said to call him when I was done and I had, I had called, and now the ball was in his court. It was his job to do with me what he would. What would he do? What do the men do with the very talented young women who have finished writing their books? Would he kiss me? Would he invite me to be his daughter or wife or babysitter? Would he send me and my book to the place where the next thing would happen? Would he rub my legs and let me cry? His wife and I waited to find out. She had less patience than me. I was willing to wait forever, and she was giving him five more minutes. We waited out the five minutes in silence, and then she stood and said, Well. I looked up at her and smiled. I pretended I was from another country and couldn’t read her body language. She pressed her lips together and looked down at her hands.

He probably already called your house to reschedule.

I nodded, but I knew that he hadn’t called my house because I had moved everything out of my house and put it in my car, which was parked out in front of his house. I was all ready to go. There was no point in rescheduling. I could wait in the car or wait in the house, but I had nothing else to do. I preferred to wait in the house.

You can just do whatever you would normally do if I wasn’t here, I said.

She looked at me, wondering if she had ever met anyone as stupid. I didn’t care. It wasn’t her card taped to my computer, sitting in the backseat of my car.

I would normally be writing, she said. I doubted this, but maybe it was true. Maybe she would be writing a letter to her

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