Some people never stop talking, and some people, Lisa Lutz among them, just can't get away from these ramblers to find some peace and quiet. Lutz has "always felt powerless when confronted by someone who demanded an audience... always felt an inexplicable need to be that audience." The author's life has been filled with a talkative high-school teaching ex-nun, an aspiring poet coworker who wouldn't stop spewing bad lamentations, and a communicative painter roommate wishing for endless chats. Lutz endured this need for communication until reaching the breaking point one night, when she told the roommate that no, she did not like her art or her unstoppable chatter. And by saying she did not enjoy the paintings, it seems that Lutz expressed everything she had been holding in, as soon the art came down and the roommate decided to move out; "The bare walls providing a kind of calm I cannot describe."