Brief exchange from “Negotiations,” a story I’m trying very hard to put to bed this month. It’s a piece of speculative-fiction—or so I hope it proves to be—about a woman who retires from paying attention to public life after health care reform fails.
“Eleanor,” the fundraiser said, “we understand you were a valuable contributor to change during the recent election. Tonight we’re asking you to continue that commitment to bringing change to our country by supporting us in our efforts to bring change to our country’s health care status quo.” The man paused. “Will you join us, Eleanor, in sending a message that we cannot go on accepting the same old broken status quo?”
“That’s like the fifth time you’ve said ‘change,’” she said.
“I’m sorry?”
“Look. I’m sure you’re a very nice person, but I’m retired from ‘change,’ first of all, and secondly—you guys badly need an editor. No offense.”
Silence.
“I’m retired from ‘status quo,’ too. And ‘reform.’ In fact, I’m just retired. Please take me off your list. Good night.”
“What if you get sick?” the man said, suddenly truculent.
“I’m retired from getting sick!” she said, slamming the phone.
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