#and in my mind it's a very elaine benes delivery of the yada yada part:

[edierone]

dialogue-only: Idle Chatter

“So no, nothin really goin on there at the moment. How about you?”

“Oh — single. Recently, in fact.” 

“Yeah? What happened? … I mean — you don’t have to tell me, I’m just —”

“No, it’s ok — it’s just, it kind of involves you. Tangentially.” 

“What, like how?”

“Well — remember how long our flight was delayed from Oregon? I didn’t get back to my place till eleven. The light on my answering machine was on — he’d left a dozen messages, sounded upset, so I called him even though all I wanted was a bath and to get to bed, you know? Apparently he’d made this elaborate dinner, celebrating my first case …”

“Eesh, I’m really sorry —”

“No, it wasn’t your fault! Mine either, for that matter. He didn’t even tell me he was planning it, he’s a — he likes a grand gesture. I mean — I used to kind of think it was sweet, but.” 

“Hm.” 

“Yeah. So he forgave me, and wanted me to come over anyway, but I begged off — I was exhausted, I had work the next day, but he just wouldn’t let it go. Anyway, yada yada yada, we got into a fight, he accused me of fucking you, I broke up with him.” 

“Oh … uh. Wow. That’s — um — I’m sorry?”

“Ha! Don’t be — I don’t think it was gonna work anyway. He said he supported me being in the field, but, I mean — it only took one case for that to fall apart. So … anyway. Where do you want to get lunch? I think there’s a Chili’s off the next exit.”