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Many people have figured out that there were other routes for Ms Lamott to choose from in her dealing with the carpet guy, including small claims court and the Better Business Bureau. She never said there weren't. She said she was stricken with rage.
"The door to the most primitive place inside me opened, then, where the betrayed child lives, terrified, wounded, murderous."
She flailed around in that hellish place for awhile, and then, just when he screwed her again with a bad check, she was released from her anger and started to laugh.
I recall a similar feeling when my rage at my ex-husband was finally spent. In that moment I would have signed over every piece of property we shared, just as a gift, I was so giddy with relief to be freed from my hatred. I guess practical people might say it was fortunate that the legal part was over and I had a little cash and some pretty good sheets, towels and dishes.
But I tell you I would have handed it all over to him in a heartbeat, along with some Safeway daisies, if that were the price of freedom. Ms. Lamott, that shrewd business gal, may have bought even more than her freedom. Some part of me chooses to believe that her $50 investment may help rescue the carpet guy from dark places only he can describe.
