The Comfort of Strangers Page #3
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- 1990
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- My father was a... very big man.
All his life he wore a black moustache.
When it turned grey
he used a little brush to keep it black,
such as ladies use
for their eyes - mascara.
Everyone was afraid of him.
My mother, my four sisters.
At the dining table you could not speak
unless spoken to first by my father.
But he loved me.
I was his favourite.
He was a diplomat all his life.
We spent years in London. Knightsbridge.
Every morning he got out of bed at six
and went to the bathroom to shave.
No one was allowed out of bed
until he'd finished.
My eldest sisters were 14, 15. I was 10.
One weekend the house was empty
for the whole afternoon.
My sisters whispered together.
Their names were Eva and Maria.
They called me and they led me
into my parents' bedroom.
They told me to sit
on the bed and be quiet.
They went to my mother's dressing table.
They painted their fingernails, they put
powder on their faces, they used lipstick.
They pulled hairs from their eyebrows
and brushed mascara on their lashes.
They took off their socks and put
on my mother's silk stockings, panties.
They sauntered about the room looking
at the mirror, like beautiful women.
They laughed and kissed, they stroked
each other, they giggled. I was enchanted.
They fed my enchantment.
They whispered to me
that it was our secret,
that we would keep it in our hearts
But that night at dinner I felt my father
staring at me, staring deep into me.
He chewed, swallowed, he put his
knife and fork down. He looked at me.
To thump, not to beat.
My father said "Tell me, Robert. What
have you been doing this afternoon?"
He knew.
I knew he knew.
He was God. He was testing me.
So I told him. I told him all that my sisters
had done. I told him everything.
My mother was silent. My sisters'
faces were white. No one spoke.
My father said "Thank you."
Finished his dinner.
were called to my father's study.
They were beaten with a leather belt
without mercy. I watched this.
A month later they took their revenge.
in the house. Nanny was away.
My youngest sisters...
Grazie.
...Alice and Lisa
came to me in the garden.
They said "Robert, come to the kitchen.
Eva and Maria have a treat for you."
I was suspicious, but I went.
I was so...
innocent.
On the table were two big bottles
of lemonade, cream cake,
cooking chocolate,
big box of marshmallows,
and Maria said
"Look, this is all for you."
"But first" Eva said
"you must drink some medicine."
"This is very rich food and it will protect
your stomach. Help you to enjoy it."
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