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Chapter 2
Hemakesmechange,hemakesmewanttodanceroundhim,bewilderhim,dazzlehim,dumbfoundhim.He’ssoslow,sounimaginative,solifeless.Likezincwhite.Iseeit’sasortoftyrannyhehasoverme.Heforcesmetobechangeable,toact.Toshowoff.Thehatefultyrannyofweakpeople.G.P.saiditonce.
Theordinarymanisthecurseofcivilization.
Buthe’ssoordinarythathe’sextraordinary.
Hetakesphotographs.Hewantstotakea"portrait"ofme.
Thentherewerehisbutterflies,whichIsupposewereratherbeautiful.Yes,ratherbeautifullyarranged,withtheirpoorlittlewingsstretchedoutallatthesameangle.AndIfeltforthem,poordeadbutterflies,myfellow-victims.Theoneshewasproudestofwerewhathecalledaberrations!
Downstairsheletmewatchhimmaketea(intheoutercellar),andsomethingridiculoushesaidmademelaugh—orwanttolaugh.
Terrible.
IsuddenlyrealizedthatIwasgoingmadtoo,thathewaswickedlywickedlycunning.Ofcoursehedoesn’tmindwhatIsayabouthim.ThatIbreakhismiserablechinaduck.Becausesuddenlyhehasme(it’smad,hekidnappedme)laughingathimandpouringouthistea,asifI’mhisbestgirlfriend.
Isworeathim.Iwasmymother’sdaughter.Abitch.
Thereitis,Minny.Iwishyouwerehereandwecouldtalkinthedark.IfIcouldjusttalktosomeoneforafewminutes.SomeoneIlove.Imakeitsoundbrightersomuchbrighterthanitis.
I’mgoingtocryagain.
It’ssounfair.
