The Facts of Life
Dad asks me to sit in his den at his desk. The blinds at the bay
window entrance to the porch are partialy open. The sun is setting.
The room has an orange glow to it. I look at the volumes of Dickens
in the bookcase beside the desk. There is a pengilum clock on the
opposite wall. Under the clock a podium with a large dictionary on
it. Dad's wooden swivel chair squeaks as he finishes up correcting
his student's exams.
Do you know why I want to speak with you?
Your mother wants me to talk to you about women.
Do you understand why men and women are different?
To make babies.
Yes. Babies are made when a man and a women have
Do you understand what .. sex is?
Dad takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes. Then, puts his glasses back on.
Mother has told me that she found you wearing your sister's
white tights and green plaid school uniform. Why did you do
It was fun.. I was just playing.
Boy's and girls dress differently so they can understand their roles
in life. You are a boy. You wear pants. Correct?
Don't upset your mother again. She still resting on the couch.
Dad takes his handkercheif from left pant pocket and rubs some lips stick
off Muzzy's lips. Muzzy is still dressed in his sister's school uniform.
Dad rises from his chair and guides Muzzy to the two flights of stairs,
leading to the bedrooms.
Go upstairs and put *your* cloths on.
Muzzy runs upstairs, slipping on the landing because of the white tights
over his feet. There is a thud. Mom races to the stairs in a fright.
Dad grabs mom and holds her tight. He guides her back the couch.
She has clenched her fists against Dad's chest.
:)The facts of life.
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