he leaned heavily back against
the expensive papered wall shaking his headrubbing his eyes irritated he refusedhowever to let the tension out of his
shouldersallow them to fallsurrendersubmit to the barrage of intos his sister clamoured
on and on about Would you shaddup please
he wasnt usually rude
she reared up like a viper on the
silk livingroom couchExcuse me? Did you tell me to shut up? he saw her readying
to play her eldest child of the family card
that was getting old too
a buddy of his recentlyas they
talked referred to the tyranny of family
Youre relating tyranny and family to
family
Yes, I am. I believe it.
How do you let alone say it believe it
Are you kidding me? Family is a
kind of . . of benevolent, if you will, blood-in blood-out gang proposition, it’s
violent, cross it, cross its many and you discover how violent it is. When
you’re young you don’t comprehend it, you’re cajoled, you’re intimidated; but by those . . methods; it’s still violence.
I dont know that the word violence is correct
Okay. Give me the correct word.
Give me the word, other than
violence, that they used to coerce you.
Coercion is also violence.
Coercion is also violence.
Maybe maybe I haventhadnt considered
it thoroughly Or as violence
Because your family loves you?
You love them.
You love them because they’re family.
I think youre being difficult
It is difficult. Why? It is difficult because it’s
your family? Have you not seen ill-will
in your family against you, petty perhaps, but nonetheless ill-will, hope you
fail: “You really blew that, what were you thinking?” “You’re an idiot!”
When someone loves you, they supports you, help you . . they don’t take you down or furthur demoralise or belittle
you . . when you’re demoralised as is.
Isn’t that a violation; a
violence?
Love, outside the family, is unequivocal.
There shouldn’t be servitude inside family, hierarchy, many pitted against the one; a family should be sanctuary, support.
There shouldn’t be servitude inside family, hierarchy, many pitted against the one; a family should be sanctuary, support.
Hard to argue
Hows your family
They’re fine, if I can surmise. I
try to keep abreast with letters, they’re not very literate, they even refuse to
send postcards. So I remain at a distance. I leave them to themselves.
Family is people.
People are people.
I accept my family are other
people.
And I do not pledge fealty.
Perhaps because you live
apart at a distance from them
I do. Yes. But they live within
an hour of each other, and they are not disposed to sharing their lives. I am
geographically distant, which could be my excuse, or reason; reason or excuse.
What would theirs be?
I ask, because I haven’t a
fucking clue.
he saw her fingering her eldest card Dont
Don’t?
Yes Dont Youre into into Youre into tennis
into trailriding into swimming into Church into
I cant remember
I can appreciate your into-ness your short-lived passions until the next into
comes I can
But howbout you save them to
revel in and leave them at the front door when we visit Or just share one not dominate conversation Yes because its your world I understand I understand We have to live in it
he looked aside looked to his sister in the chair at the end of the couch Bets Whats new with you
Well, I never . .
.
. No You never have Get used to it
Bets What are you into
But please one thing Bets then leave the floor to the next Bill or Bob or hows that song go
SimonPaul Simon Al What does Al have to say
What are you talking about? his eldest sister said side-eyeing him
Im talking about anything other
than what you wanna talk about
Princess she gasped Your reign is over
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