Chapter Three

The mother of the family stood at home doing the dishes when her son arrived. At first he seemed unusually polite. He asked her how her day had been, but then also if she was into anything adventurous.

She said she had nothing to do with being adventurous. She was just the house wife whom that man could have, indicating her husband. Then her son asked:

ـِـ Why, then Charlotte, did you triumph over me with saying that I should be looking like a good enough fellow to never have had sex, when I was going out with that eighteen-year-old the last week?
He was faking that he felt very much like his father seemed to do over these things.

His mother asked back:

ـِـ What's that got to do with it?!

ـِـ I mean don't you yourself take things the way that you advised me to be taking them?

She looked up at him.

ـِـ Sonny, don't you ever speak to your mother like that!

Her voice indicated the anger of someone who had been mutilated.

Unwillingly, David felt guilty. Thereby he felt that he could pretend that he could be as guilty as he felt that she and that husband of hers seemingly wanted him to feel. Still faking that he was very much like this old dad he kept interrogating his wife:

ـِـ Do you really mean that we all have to believe that facade of always being totally innocent?!

She looked slightly shocked.

ـِـ I'm angry, not innocent looking! Don't you dare ever have the guts to insinuate that kind of stuff again!!

David started thinking. He concluded that she was actually not being feminine, but rather simply angry, which he found to be a masculine, if gender-dependent at all, trait. ... Dad was into, he thought, that she was being feminine, but that was not certain, he felt.

ـِـ How come then your trying to act like my father when I interrogate you?! Your being angry instead of trying to be sincere!

ـِـ Oh, honey, she said to her son. It's not all about honesty, you know, this thing with a relationship. You're needing to learn how to be discrete enough not to do any harm to those unknowing.

ـِـ As I said mommy, you seem to be as superficial as hell itself!

She stared at him.

ـِـ Sonny, don't speak to me like that! And for that father of yours – who has put you up to this (right?) – I can only say that he's an idiot in that he pokes into other people's business.

He sighed.

ـِـ Yeah mom, he put me up to it! ... Why do you think you aught to be accepted by him being the real filth underneath that nice and innocent face, though, mom?!

She began crying.

He spoke very firmly now:ـِـ Why do you think you're anything but a slut underneath, when all that you try to do is hide that your horny!? Why don't you come out with it, be like other women, those in the movies, the porn movies I mean?!

ـِـ What?!

ـِـ Mom ,you really have to learn to take care of the attitudes men like, to be of the right and the honest type! It's not about fine surface, it's about knowing right away, and then enjoying each other for it! Then you have what there is to be said about male kind!

His mother swallowed.

ـِـ Why don't you think he would think there would be even more underneath all that?!

He thought for a while.

ـِـ Perhaps because there's not any room for that kind of pretension if you give yourself away immediately!

ـِـ Immediately?!

ـِـ Immediately, mom.

With that he left her and went up to his room.