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Ok. Look. Um. Stay here. |
All I have is cassarole. |
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Did you make it? |
No, I dis not make it. I do not make casserole. I am not a person who makes cassarole. |
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It's pretty good. |
It's just leftovers. |
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It's awesome. |
You should use a fork. You should be eating better. You should be eating well-balanced meals. You don't smoke, do you? |
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Of course I smoke. |
Or drink? |
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Of course I drink! What's it to you? (Beat) I'm going to kill it. I told you. |
Why haven't you yet? |
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I'm sorry? |
If you're so sure you're going to kill it, then- wouldn't you have already done it? |
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You don't know what you're talking about. |
Maybe not. |
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You don't know what the **** you're talking about. Look at you! |
Look at me? |
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You study insects.... So don't you dare think you're better than me. |
I was eighteen, the first time. Your age, would be my guess. I wanted to go to college. I'd worked so hard, I wasn't ready to give it all up. I got rid of that baby. And you know what? Maybe one would think that God is punishing me now. That this is the karma spilling over all these decades later. But I don't think that. I think that when I was eighteen, I did what I had to do. And I think that now that I'm forty-one, I would have given anything to be a mother. I don't think I'm better than you. And I believe that nobody in the world has the right to tell you what to do with your body. But if you knew right now- the way I knew then- that you weren't going to keep your baby, you would have already done what you needed to do. |
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How did it happen? |
I'm sorry? |
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Your son. Who died. |
Constantinople. |
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That's- a beautiful name. |
You don't think it's strange? |
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Strange and beautiful. Should I not ask? Is that impolite? |
It's- no- Yes- It is, but- thank you. It's nice. To be asked. Nobody wants to hear this, you know. |
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I do. |
It's easier for people when older children die. Or fathers or sisters. Bit babies. How do you talk about a baby? Nobody saw it. They imagined it, and it's just as easy to un-imagine something. And it's bad taste, anyway, to talk about babies. Sometimes I think I'll strangle on the silence. |
