"Why did you do it?" Mary asked for the hundredth time. "How did you do it? What happened to you? Why did you leave? Why did you come back?"
Joe just looked at her with a tired expression.
"Why do you tie yourself down with me and Joey and Jerry? Why give up everything -- your parents -- your future?"
Joe sighed. "I had to -- allright?"
"That doesn't make sense. Why did you have to? You have no responsibility for me -- for us."
Joe sat silent for a long time. It was time. They had to talk. "I can't explain it. You would think I'm crazy. I had to. That's all."
"You don't have to stay. You can go back."
"I can't. I don't want to."
"Go back to your blonde with the big tits."
"I told you. It's over. It never...I mean...Even when...I just felt empty, you know. With you I felt full. I wanted to fill you up."
"I know. You wanted to knock me up."
"That's not what I meant. I mean, sure -- I wanted to do it with you. I'm a guy. I can't help it. But that wasn't all, I swear it. I wanted something lasting with you. I wanted -- still want -- to protect you, care for you. Believe me."
Mary sighed. "I want to. I want to believe you -- more than I have ever wanted anything. Anything. -- But I can't!" Mary let out a sound that was half sob, half scream. She burst into a flood of tears.
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