Life During Wartime Page #4

and that he's a pedophile.

- Oh, Timmy. Shh, shh. It's okay.

- Then he said he was a f*ggot.

- Oh, Timmy.

- And then he said that I was a f*ggot.

- So I -

- Timmy, what did you do?

I didn't do anything.

I just ran away-

[ Crying ]

like a f*ggot.

Oh, Timmy, listen to me.

You are not a f*ggot, and your father-

He's alive?

[ Sobs ]

And he's a -

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I don't know.

I thought it would be better

for you to think that -

to think that maybe he was in heaven.

- But I could've helped him.

- No, honey.

No one could help him.

He-He was beyond help.

- Where is he now?

- Locked up, up north.

It doesn't matter.

- Does Billy know?

- Billy's older.

Billy's in college.

- I hate you.

- Timmy, please.

Please forgive me.

You-You have to understand

that I just wanted to protect you.

I just - I wanted you to grow up

free and happy, as if he were dead.

F*** you, b*tch.

- [ Door Slams ]

- [ Gasps ]

- [ Crying ]

- Mommy.

Yes, honey. Are you ready for me

to take you to karaoke class?

I ran out of my Klonopin.

Do you have any I can have first?

Of course, honey.

Just go into my medicine cabinet.

Okay.

Okay.

- Oh, God.

- I can't find it!

Just take half a Wellbutrin.

They're on the bottom right,

next to the Percocet.

[ Girl ]

Okay!

You know what?

Just bring over the whole bottle.

[ Sobs ]

?? [ Chorus Singing In Hebrew ]

[ Knocking ]

Sweetheart.

Timmy.

I know how you must feel -

like I felt when I found out -

like you were lied to.

And, yes, I did lie.

But I lied to you because I love you...

because I didn't want any harm

to come to you.

But what if I become one though?

I don't wanna be a f*ggot.

There's this kid in my language arts class,

and he's so gay.

You won't. You won't.

I promise.

I'm sorry I called you ''b*tch.''

Oh.

[ Sniffles ]

It's okay, honey.

[ Kiss ]

Sweet dreams.

[ Pills Clattering ]

- [ Door Opens ]

- [ Timmy ] Mom.

- Are you okay, honey?

- Yes.

But I need to talk to you.

Uh-huh? Go on.

Well...

what exactly does a man do to a boy

when he's... raping him?

I mean, I know of course exactly

what you would do with a girl and all...

but with a boy, where do things go?

Oh, Timmy. Oh, Timmy, Timmy.

Please tell me.

Really. I need to know.

- I'm almost a man.

- All right.

Well, you know how things

are different between boys and girls?

Yeah.

Well, uh...

they're the same between boys and boys.

Uh-huh.

So, well, it's like -

When Harvey touched me

for the first time on the elbow -

That's all it takes is a touch.

Just a touch can be enough.

You mean, if a man just touches me -

No man should ever touch you.

But what if he does? Or by accident.

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