insubordinate
“Insubordination?” He read the words on her termination papers but barely believed them.
It would surprise him, she knew, if he learned it was not the first time; but she wouldn’t tell him. On the surface, she was willing and abiding–aiding and abetting, she called it. “I sub-ordain for as long as it makes sense to.” She picked the olives out of her sandwich and left them in a crooked pile in the smudgy blob her water glass left.
He heard pride and watched her chew slowly, turning pages of the newspaper.
He could not know the full story. Full stories did not exist.
“I don’t think sub-ordain is a word,” he told her.
She shrugged and swallowed.
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