“What do you have against Gospel music?” he said, shocked that I would actually admit to not liking Gospel music.
“I have nothing against it,” I explained with a shrug, “I just don’t care for Gospel music. Why are you surprised by this?”
“Well, you know, isn't your husband… Baptist?” he said, with that overly casual tone.
He shifted uneasily in his seat, trying not to appear as uncomfortable as he clearly was as our conversation took on a more serious tone.
“Besides, being Catholic, we are not allowed to listen to Gospel music.”
“Yep, it is written in the bylaws. It is right on the list of things not to do like attend a church that is not Catholic and committing suicide.”
I was trying so hard not to laugh out loud. Trying to stay as solemn as I could, I
“You're kidding?” he replied, still trying to figure out if I was really serious.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I am.”
Link up for RemembeRED.
This week, we’re writing about pivotal conversations. The goal was to focus on body language, word choices, and the pauses between the words to create meaningful, powerful dialogue.
And remember, this is memoir–so as tempting as it is, don’t write what you wish you said.