Every woman, you say, has her price: a house with trees and tricycles, a yellow porcelain sink that matches shine to shine the kitchen cabinets, and some are more expensive requiring Tiffany's and other labels draped over their luncheon chairs. These are the bargains of love or quiet or just another body to be by. But are they? Isn't this the way we counter what we will not give, a game of poker-chip exchange - an emerald for emotion, not an equal sign but the ellipse of instead of - because what would I do if you or anyone walked into the room in the middle of the commercial and asked for my life? |