She starts pacing around the room. She’s not even walking towards me, just back and forth, as thoughshe needs to expel all her pent-up frustration somehow.
I know the goddamn feeling.
“Do you know what it’s like to grow up without anyone, Lucio?” she asks. “Do you know what it’slike to believe that your father left because he wanted nothing to do with even the idea of you? Do youknow what it’s like to have a mother who’d rather spend time throwing herself at a bunch of useless,alcoholic bums than make the time to have one conversation with her own f*****g daughter?”
Back and forth she goes across the office.
“I spent my birthdays alone in my tiny bunk with the curtains drawn around it. But it still didn’t drownout the sound of her f*****g some random stranger on the couch. Some asshole
