"How did you like it?" she asked.
"It's all right," he said.
"This is the third time I cooked
it this way. Why can't you
ever say if you like something?"
"Well if I didn't like it, I
wouldn't eat it," he said.
"You never say anything
I cook tastes good."
"I don't know why all the time
you think I have to say it's good.
I eat it, don't I?"
"I don't think you have to say
all the time it's good, but once
in a while you could say
you like it."
"It's all right," he said.
Leo Dangel, Old Man Brunner Country (Spoon River Poetry Press 1987)
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