"Well, Duchess Basra---have you decided upon the matter?"
"I have, My Lord." She responded without giving him an eye contact.
"Well, then Woman---speak. What have thee decided? Divorce or Not?" The Duke asked with great impatience.
"My Lord-- I will not waste your time and patience. I have decided to go through with the divorce. I have weighed the pros and cons, and found- permanent separation is the best route for our mutual happiness."
The Duke visibly agitated by now looking straight at her. Her response was not at all pleasing or even remotely near what he wanted to hear. He paced back and forth the Hallway in great thought and looking down on the ground. Finally, he spoke with more fire than ever.
" You mean, the best route for your happiness with that man! I must say, you are a capital Fool I ever saw. How can you abandon this life I am giving you? You have an estate fifteen thousand square. You have servant house hold the size larger than Queen Marie Antoinette. You have carriages, you have chauffeurs, ---God Damn it --- you have a royal title. You are the Duchess of the Cloister of the entire Berbera city. Why will you abandon all this? All this for eloping with a Lord Abgaal? Madam, are you out your mind?"
"I am not. I am going after my own happiness. Lord Abgaal suits my desire. He might not be as equal to you as Nasabness goes, but he is the man I love."
"You mean, the size of his thing? Woman, you disgust me. For generation, women in my family have tolerated a small size. My mother, before you, My grandmother before her. WHO are you to question it? " The Duke spoke with more anger than ever.
Duchess Basra, stunned at this response- gave him the only eye contact she could summon. Her retort followed.
"I beg your pardon? Duke. Please, listen to what you are saying. Are you comparing penis size notes with your father and grand father? This is embarrassing and degrading"
At this point the Duchess, slowly rose up and began to quit the room. He started following her as he continued to shout.
" You will not listen to your own mother, who has more brain than all the women in your family put together! You are truly a coxcomb." He shouted at the top of his lung.
"Well, marry her then. I will soon be Lady Abgaal, and I cant wait. "
"You are a dh.lo of the highest noble degree. I don't know why I married you in the first place. Ungrateful, spiteful creature. I will make sure Lord Abgaal never is accepted any where in this city.:"
:"Fine. Do that. We will move to Siberia if we need to. Anywhere but near your small, unthreatening Marehaan Gu.s. My Lord"
"How dare you! DONT "MY LORD ME"!! How dare you! Don't you walk away from me, I am not finished with you!" His voice could be heard roaring in the Great Baare hallway ---as she quickly dashed into her carriage, covered her hair with black, rainy fishnet cover, and ordered her horseman to ride away quickly!
, Oh people of somalinet, take an lesson from this parable that if you remain single and frustrated you will exercise effort in creating graphic fictional stories.
