My name is Podrick Gotuma and some of the best stories I've ever heard are ones where it's not

entirely clear how it ends, where you're left on the edge going, what's going to happen?

That's a way that the story then continues. It gets into you and you find yourself going back

and looking for clues and looking for ideas and arguing with your friends about what happened and what it meant.

I think that's one of the ways that stories really work in us

and I love it when a poem can do that.

How It Will End by Denise Stu Hamel.

We're walking on the boardwalk, but stop when we see a lifeguard and his girlfriend fighting.

We can't hear what they're saying, but it is as good as a movie.

We sit on a bench to find out how it will end.

I can tell by her body language, he's done something really bad.

She stands at the bottom of the ramp that leads to his hut.

He tries to walk halfway down to meet her, but she keeps signaling, don't come closer.

My husband says, boy, he's sure in for it, and I say he deserves whatever

is coming to him. My husband thinks the lifeguard's cheated, but I think she's sick of him

only working part-time, or maybe he forgot to put the rent in the mail. The lifeguard tries to

reach out, and she holds her hand like Diana Ross when she performed

Stop in the name of love. The red flag that slaps against his station means strong currents.

She has to just get it out of her system, my husband laughs, but I'm not laughing. I start to coach the girl to leave her no good lifeguard, but my husband predicts she'll

never leave.

I'm angry at him for seeing glee in their situation and say, that's your problem.

You think every fight is funny.

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