E:I was getting worried.
L:Yeah, I took the long way.
E:You forgot something. The bread and meat and stuff you were bringing from your Dad's club?
L:Oh, couldn't get it. I'll have to go back after closing.
E:That's okay. Oh, I saw your father at the hospital, he said he needs to see you. He said to say that it's a family emergency.
L:Well, sorry Dad. It's too late to put out that fire. My Mom's back, he's just afraid that I'd run into her first. And I did.
E:Oh. How'd it go? Was she happy to see you?
L:Yeah.
E:Were you happy to see her?
L:She's my Mother.
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L:She didn't know.
E:Your mother?
L:Somebody, I don't know, I guess your grandmother, told her I wasn't living at home. Everything else was a shock to her-like why I left.
E:It's pretty cold of your father not to warn her.
L:She just would have been ready with some excuse.
E:Well, since she wasn't, what did she say?
L:She makes excuses for him. He makes excuses for her. What's the point? I already know. It's too late to keep lying.
E:Maybe they don't think they are.
L:Then how screwed up is that? In her version, nobody did anything. It was just all circumstances. Well, believe that and there's no right or wrong-there's no love or rape-it's just all bad timing.
E:Lucky, they've been married a long time, and they've been happy. What was that?
L:Sick...Sick.
E:But you didn't think so before all this, you were happy.
L:Well, I like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, too. But there's no inviting them back. They Built a marriage and a home and a family on something that is just wrong. It's just too sick to live with so they covered it up. But just because they hid it does not mean it went away.
E:So what? Someone who was raped as a kid, that's all I can ever be?
L:Elizabeth, no.
E:What if your mother found a way out, a way not to be that anymore? Then I would want to know how.
L:She married her rapist. How is that a way out?
E:You're not trying to see it the way they do.
L:You're right, I'm not.
E:Then how can it ever be fixed?
L:What if I did? What if I could get inside their heads? What would that mean about me?
E:That you love them, that you're trying to understand.
L:No. No. I mean, what if I put myself in my Father's shoes and they fit?
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E:You're afraid.
L:Yes.
E:Because you think that maybe you could do the same thing he did? Lucky that's not true.
L:They're my parents. They made me. I am them.
E:No, rape is not inherited. It's not in your genes.
L:Well, don't they say that abusers pass it on, generation to generation? Aren't there statistics? Elizabeth, I spent my whole life wanting to be like him, exactly like him. What if I am? What if I am? I think about it all the time.
E:Then don't.
L:What if I have too much to drink? What If I think I'm going to die and I see some girl I have a cruh on, or god forbid, an obsession with? What if there's music playing or I'm walking through the park and I see some girl sitting on a bench and I think to myself, 'Why not, no one would know about it?'
E:Lucky, listen to me. You could never do that, and even if you don't know it, I do.
L:Maybe you don't know me. Maybe you just think you do.
E:Just stop, stop this. Jeez, Lucky, you slept on my floor, by my bed, and you watched over me while I was sleeping. It was like an angel came to earth to help me. I trust you with my life. Those voices in your head, I know what those are. Those are the voices that told me that it was my fault that I got raped. But you wouldn't let them. And now I'm going to do the same thing for you. Do you hear me? Do you?