I want to go to the Greek islands,

I want to go to the Greek islands,

You said, tossing your hair back over your shoulders,

And staring intently at my face,

Trying to garner a reaction that I didn’t want to give.

And how will you be paid?  I asked you, as if I didn’t

Already know the answer to this long burning question

You had, as if there was no time other than the present

To seek the answer to the question that no one had

The time to ask. 

I will be paid with my life, you replied, and got together

The dinnerware and silverware, putting them on the table

With the white tablecloth, moving around the plates and

Silverware, to position them just right. 

What I mean is, I said in exasperation, where is the

Money going to come from?  How will we get there?

By boat and then by plane, you answered.  I am going to use

My funds that I got from my grandfather. 

You got funds from your grandfather?  I demanded.  Why was

I not informed?

You were not listening, you replied,

And then you sat down to eat your dinner, which was

Also mine, too.