Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Kentucky Derby
FATHER
“They killed her!” she screamed, “and slammed her door.”
MOTHER
She had built a kind of paper doll of Eight Belles out of
construction paper. She loves horses, but I don’t supposed
you noticed that.
FATHER
I noticed it! I tried to explain through the door that they had
to put the horse down. No use. Can’t you go in there and...?
MOTHER
Let her grieve. It’s genuine.
FATHER
Can’t we adopt a boy? I need someone on my side. Can’t win here.
MOTHER
That’s trivial. Life isn’t TV. You just can’t stand the sobbing. Guilt?
FATHER
What the hell are you talking about?
MOTHER
You kill us! That’s what I’m talking about.
FATHER
“They killed her!” she screamed, “and slammed her door.”
MOTHER
She had built a kind of paper doll of Eight Belles out of
construction paper. She loves horses, but I don’t supposed
you noticed that.
FATHER
I noticed it! I tried to explain through the door that they had
to put the horse down. No use. Can’t you go in there and...?
MOTHER
Let her grieve. It’s genuine.
FATHER
Can’t we adopt a boy? I need someone on my side. Can’t win here.
MOTHER
That’s trivial. Life isn’t TV. You just can’t stand the sobbing. Guilt?
FATHER
What the hell are you talking about?
MOTHER
You kill us! That’s what I’m talking about.
