If I have a pretty good feeling about a particular Catch I’ve just written, I will read it to Marti. If I’m not sure, I’ll have her read it herself, and then break the news to me. If it’s already out, she doesn’t want to have anything to do with it. My style of writing Catches is pretty scary that way. You don’t have much time to live with it, and once it’s gone, it’s gone.
But yesterday I knew I had a good one, so I read it to her, and she was moved, especially by the last sentence. But she did have one problem. As you might guess, it had something to do with the Adam and Eve part. I made a point that we all had a crime committed against us because we were born into this mess. “Blame Adam. It’s all his fault. Or better yet, blame Eve; she’s the one who started it.” Up went the red flag. You can guess what was coming.
“Wait a minute,” she said. “Who’s supposed to be responsible? We’re the more vulnerable sex, you know. Isn’t that what it says somewhere?”
“It says you are the weaker sex.”
“I prefer vulnerable,” she said. “Isn’t that what it means anyway?”
“I suppose so,” I said, already not liking where she was going with this.
“Anyway, where was Adam? Wasn’t he supposed to be protecting her? She was by herself when Satan tempted her … alone and vulnerable.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe he was doing the lawn. You aren’t saying they were supposed to be together every moment of every day, are you? Besides, they were innocent. There was nothing to protect her from. They were not aware of any danger.”
“But there obviously was danger. They just didn’t know it. It doesn’t really matter, because they ate the fruit together.”
“I think it says she ate of it, and gave it him, and he did eat.”
“Yes, he did eat, according to your King James English. And who was responsible for that? Certainly not Eve, I hope.”
“No way,” I said emphatically. “Adam was totally responsible, and I would have done the same thing.”
“Because whatever it was to mean, I couldn’t stand not being with you.”