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On an aeroplane some time ago
I was trying to sleep on an aeroplane a month or two ago, when I noticed that the film that was playing starred Lindsay Crouse. I'd never seen her in anything except Buffy so I watched with half an eye while I drifted in and out of sleep.
I've no idea what the film was, nor did I have headphones, so I gained little grasp of the plot. But I think she was cast as wife to the central character and there was also a kid. I watched her with an increasing sense of strangeness, for there she was: Maggie Walsh in oven mitts and an apron, talking to her husband and embracing the kid, like a suburban mom from central casting. And some part of my brain kept expecting her to do something: raise her eyebrow in Walsh's sceptical manner, twist her mouth into some dry witticism, shrug off whatever family drama she was embroiled in, rise to and then above the occasion. But no, her expression only changed from distress to concern and back again as she stood there wringing her hands, when all I wanted her to do was whip out a bone saw. Come on woman, I kept thinking, show a little iron, what are you waiting for? But she didn't, because she wasn't Walsh , and eventually I fell asleep.
I've no idea what the film was, nor did I have headphones, so I gained little grasp of the plot. But I think she was cast as wife to the central character and there was also a kid. I watched her with an increasing sense of strangeness, for there she was: Maggie Walsh in oven mitts and an apron, talking to her husband and embracing the kid, like a suburban mom from central casting. And some part of my brain kept expecting her to do something: raise her eyebrow in Walsh's sceptical manner, twist her mouth into some dry witticism, shrug off whatever family drama she was embroiled in, rise to and then above the occasion. But no, her expression only changed from distress to concern and back again as she stood there wringing her hands, when all I wanted her to do was whip out a bone saw. Come on woman, I kept thinking, show a little iron, what are you waiting for? But she didn't, because she wasn't Walsh , and eventually I fell asleep.
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