She turned away from him, faced the window and said, I could see the words coming out of your mouth like sucking up spaghetti backwards, as it came out it formed barely legible words in swirls and loops of the continuous yellow string, but the worst thing was the vision of your screwed up lips, anus-like and frozen in the concentrated act of extruding the stringy words, so different to the multitude of mouth shapes and expressions you usually make when you are just speaking. I can’t get that image out of my head. She froze and placed both hands on the counter top, steadying her balance. As she found a manageable stance, he said......