"It's just embarrassing and disgusting for me to
see, the way my father drools over your mother like
that right in front of us. They act like.., like teenagers.
I can tell you I don't remember him being that way
with my mother, and after she left us, he never went
out on a real date with any other woman."
"So?"
"So I told you! It makes me sick to my
stomach! That's what's so." Betsy paused and glanced
at Baby Celeste. "Why is that kid looking at me like
that?"
"She feels your anger."
Betsy smirked and shook her head. "She feels
my anger? What are you, a child psychologist or
something? Look at you, sitting there on the floor,
reading a children's book. This is your idea of a night
of fun. You really are pathetic,"
Her words were like bee stings. but I refused to
let her see how much they hurt.
"I'm going to have to help you with your
vocabulary as well as your math." I said. "You need
synonyms."
"Oh, really? And what is that supposed to
mean. Mr. Genius?"
"It means you have to find other words to use when you try to insult me. These are getting tired,
worn-out."
She started to say something, then stopped and
blew some air between her lips. "You know what I
think." she finally managed. "I think you're gay." Just then the phone rang.
"Finally!" she screamed, and ran to it. I looked