The Human Stain Page #6

uh, you got to go.

I just...

I don't want to wake up

in the morning and have you here, so

- Like I said, it's nothing personal.

- Okay.

Will I see you again?

You can't much miss me.

What's that?

The question is

will I see you again?

What are you thinking?

- I'm thinking you're going to ruin it.

- No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Just leave it alone.

Don't try and get inside my head.

Why do we have to talk?

All right. All right,

have it your way.

- I was thinking I'm a crow.

- A crow, why a crow?

- Mm-mm.

- Your turn.

- I was wondering what it's like making love

- F***ing.

All right. What's it like

f***ing an old man?

It's perfect.

No surprises.

What's it like

being out of a job?

It's lonely.

Like you, I guess.

My turn, huh?

Aside from that wreck of a car,

you don't seem to have any possessions.

No books, no pictures

Action is the enemy of thought.

All right. My life story.

Is that what you want?

Fine.

I grew up with a lot of possessions.

My father was rich.

Real rich. Lots of servants.

The whole nine yards.

Don't you believe me?

- Mm-hm, yeah, I believe you.

- Then my parents got divorced

and my mother remarried.

The thing is, this one

couldn't keep his hands off me.

Bedtime stories were his specialty.

Hey, sweetheart, let me read you a story.

Next thing you know,

fingers in me.

- You don't have to tell me this

- Hey, you asked.

Told my mother. She didn't believe me.

Nobody believed me.

When I was fourteen,

he tried to f*** me.

That's when I split.

I went to Florida.

Did a little of this and that.

I don't know. You know,

girl like me always get by.

No possessions.

Travel light.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Real nice.

- Did you hear something?

- Hear what? I don't hear anything.

- What is it? What

- No-No-No, shh.

- What could it be?

- Shhh!

- It's Les.

- Who's Les?

Oh, sh*t!

He's my ex-husband.

Huh?

He follows me around. I can feel him.

He's out there somewhere.

I can handle him.

I used to be a pretty good boxer.

Listen to me. I'm not kidding.

He's out of his f***ing mind.

He was in Nam. He did two tours of duty.

He used to beat me up.

One time it was so bad

he put me in a coma for two days.

Hey. There's nobody there.

Did you ever kill anyone

in Vietnam, Mr. Farley?

- Did I kill anyone?

- Uh-huh.

Isn't that

what I was supposed to do

when I was sent to f***ing Vietnam?

F***ing kill gooks?

They said, "Everything goes,"

so everything went.

Look, let's get something

straight right from the start.

- I never hurt her. Okay?

- Mm-hm.

Never.

And I never hurt the kids.

That was all lies.

That blue-blooded whore

Her parents are rich and she wouldn't

ask for a dime to help me with the kids

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