would have done better to have stayed another night , stayed and helped her unpack a few boxes , shared some supper , listened to her a bit , she wanted to talk , to let out some words , but i left , and then i didnt call nearly enough , too easily put off by that rudeness of hers , the way she could chuck in a swear word or two , hit you like a slap , more to life than fucking interior design , she said , and she was quite right , more to life than fucking most things .