‘I can’t do this anymore,’ Macca groaned, laying his tool down on the dining table with a careful clunk.
‘What d’ya mean?’ Jeanie asked, with muffled confusion.
‘Exactly what I said. I can’t do this anymore. It’s all too…futile.’
‘You’ve been at Schopenhauer again, haven’t you? You always do this after reading that book. I should never have bought you it,’ she told him, whipping off her stocking.
‘It’s not just that,’ he replied, sliding off his own to reveal his deep frown. ‘I’m just not enjoying this anymore.’
‘But, you’re so good at it.’
‘Being good at it means nothing.’
‘What about the time we can spend together?’
‘We can spend time together in other ways. It doesn’t have to be like this.’
‘What, like pottering about in some bloody garden?’
‘We could travel.’
‘We travel now,’ she hissed. ‘We’ve travelled two thousand miles for this job.’
‘And what do we get to see? We board a plane and watch the marker for a few weeks, like peeping bloody toms. Then we fulfil our contract and are back on the plane to the next job. Jeannie, there’s gotta be more to life than this.’
‘So, what’re you suggesting? D’you wanna quit right now; in the middle of a job.’
‘Noooo. You know the guilt would eat away at me. I’m saying that we conclude this contract and then quit this life. Or I swear I’m gonna lose it.’
‘Good! I didn’t get all dressed up for nothing,’ she grinned.
‘I’m serious, Jeannie, I’m out after this,’ he told her, as car headlights could be seen sweeping across the dark living room wall.
‘Alright. After this. Now get your game face on,’ she told him, before pulling her stocking back over her face.
He followed suit.
‘And no silly philosophy quotes before you pull the trigger,’ she warned and handed him his gun.
After completing the contract they did quit. For two months.
Then Macca found Nietzsche in an old book shop and decided there and then that he must live as he really was.
So they took a job in war-torn Taipaw, but soon found out that over there German philosophy was frowned upon to the point of torture and dismemberment. Macca’s final word, as the last of his limbs was hacked off was, ‘Übermensch!’
Jeannie’s was a lot less refined and began with a ‘C’