“Did you read the paper?” I asked a week later as I crunched across the river rock in my wading boots.
“The last good thing in the paper was the moon landing,” replied Wulff.
“Well Tibaud is going down. And Ella is coming to live here. I’m glad it all worked out for Rosalita.”“Women are the cause of so much trouble,” said Wulff with a wave of his hand. “Look at what happened to you. You barely knew her, were completely enamored of her, and she used and betrayed you in a moment of panic.”
“On the contrary, once you understand them, women make perfect sense. It’s men who commit crimes of passion. In your line of work, you might do well to understand this.”
His head swiveled and his eyes squinted. Wulff would never admit it, but he couldn’t risk making a mistake just because he had been emotionally blinded, and he knows less about women than any man I have ever met. I definitely had his interest. “Do tell.”
“Women, in general, are all motivated by the same thing: maintaining the family unit. They don’t care about right or wrong, personal gain, or power. They only care about maintaining whatever family, tribe, or herd they have. All mammalian packs are led by females of the species. Only humans ignore and deny this, much to our woe.”“So you are saying, in light of this logic, Rosalita’s actions were perfectly logical?”