whispered words, flustered blush, lingering touches and chaste kisses. you are married, what a scandal. your daughter rebelled and you can't function anymore, everything reminds you of the imperfect of your family. rich, rich and privileged and i saw you pass by that poor man in the streets that needed the money, just a bit, goddamned, but you claimed to be unable to spare the change and walked right pass and perhaps that's the reason your daughter hated you so and your husband couldn't stand to have you about and why you now sleep in separate beds but this new man is but a boy and you are treating him like an animal, savage and brutal, bitten and battered. maybe that's why you aren't here and maybe that's why he's in prison on death lane, and maybe your husband is relieved and maybe your daughter feels something she never had, perhaps a bit of guilt, but you wouldn't know because you are here because you had to go and prove them all right in the worst way possible and maybe no one will miss you much but you should have known to be nice.
