THE MONOLOGUE OF THE WEEK

Confidante

So your father killed himself, huh? That must have been tough. And you're not over it, are you? Even years later.

Don't try to tell me you are. You can't fool me.

I wouldn't tell you this, but... well, you've been through it. It's not like it would shock you the way it does some people. - Both my parents killed themselves. That's right. Both. First my father. He used a gun. I think it was about money. I don't know. I was pretty young at the time.

We lived by the river. It was one of the few nice things about the house. Until my mother drowned herself. Then it didn't seem so nice. I keep away from rivers now.

I think she was already pretty fragile. What happened with my father might have pushed her over the edge. But I'm not sure.

Like I said, I was young at the time.

So you see? It's not like you'll upset me with the details. Go right ahead. Feel free to talk.

Come on, tell me. Tell me all about it.



Copyright 2008 James B. Chevallier
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