The Kreutzer Sonata Page #3

I probably would like him.

But I don't really talk to him

that much.

And...

l guess...

I guess the same kind of goes

for my mom too.

I'm not super close to her,

but I admire her greatly.

I shouldn't be

falling for you...

Oh...

I shouldn't.

I shouldn't be falling

for you either.

I shouldn't...

I shouldn't...

mmm.

Did you ever walk in and catch

your parents having sex ever?

I did, yes.

Did you?

Yeah, I did, actually.

I was...

I was, uh...

maybe four, five years old.

And I heard this, um...

terrifying scream...

a sort of moaning,

screaming sound.

And I got very concerned.

And I got out of bed,

walked down the hallways...

pitter patter, pitter patter,

pitter patter...

and continued hearing these moans

coming from my mother...

and I went into the room...

and I saw this man's back, this

very defined muscular man's back,

and it wasn't my father.

Oh no.

Oh no!

And the man was eating my mother.

Shh...Oh no!

I literally thought he was eating-

he was eating her out,

but I literally thought...

Oh no!

He was eating her.

And uh...

Oh, that's awful!

And I went up to the bed

and I pounded his back

and he turned around and...

and looked at me in horror.

And my mother said, "it's ..,

it's .., everything's fine.

I'm fine, darling.

Go back to your bedroom."

Who was he?

Her lover.

Really?

Abby!

Abby! Can I please talk to you

for a minute?!

F***!

Of course he was f***ing her.

It's what she does.

It's what she Wants,

that's her power, that's...

Why I married her.

It's the only thing about her that I

Want, it's the only thing that...

other bastards Want.

And he's a good-looking guy,

he's a musician, he's,

he's a single guy, he's...young.

Nothing could stop him.

I don't even know who she is.

She's a...a mystery...

just as she's always been.

Just as she'll...always be.

I...I don't know her.

{only know her as a, as an animal

And nothing can or should

hold back an animal.

Please leave a message...

It was only then that

I began to remember

the Way that she looked

that evening.

I re...remembered the look

on their faces...

I remember how weakly,

pathetically and blissfully

she had...smiled as I came up

to the piano and how she wiped

the perspiration

from her blushing face.

Even then...they were avoiding

each other's eyes...

and I remember when they looked

at each other and gave each other...

a little smile.

I knew that look.

Those barely perceptible smiles.

There was no longer

any barrier between them.

They've done it.

They...they must have.

It's f***ing obvious.

Everyone can see.

With horror, I recalled...

Yes, appointments on Monday.

- Good morning.

- Morning, Cynthia.

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