25.5.2009


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    That evening Violet told John. Although Violet tread with the utmost care, it made no difference. John totally lost control. In fact, Violet had to repeat things twice and, sometimes, three times. In addition, he flooded her with questions. Before she had time to answer, he had stormed out the door.

    Gudrun Rose opened the door for her son-in-law. John made it into the living room before he called: "Where's the fucking bastard?"

    "He's gone."

    "Gone, what the fuck? Do you know what that slimy turd was doing, do you, Gudrun Rose?"

    Shortly, John sat down on a chair in the dining room, put his elbows on the table and clutched his head: "I think I'm going to explode. I don't believe this. How is it possible?"

    "He has serious problems."

    "Problems, my ass. I've never heard such god damned nonsense. Have you maybe known for some time about these problems?" He looked at the woman.

    "Yes, a very long time."

    "Do you mean to tell me that he..." He hesitated a moment and looked hard at his mother-in-law. Then he stood up and left the house without saying good-bye.

    When he arrived back home, Violet greeted him in the entryway. He embraced her and hugged her.

    "Let's talk," she said immediately, and they went up to their bedroom.

    "I was 10 when I realized this. I don't know why, but I think he understood immediately that he would never get far with me."

    "Did he do something."

    "Yes, he embraced me and pinched my butt."

    "The fucking bastard." He looked hard at her: "Violet, now I want to know the truth, and no evasions."

    "I'm a little afraid of what you'll do, John."

    "Of course, I should kill the slime bucket." He gripped Violet's shoulders: "Now, I want the truth, and I'm not leaving before that happens."

    "He did not abuse me."

    He looked hard at her.

    "It was just that once. He pinched me on the butt and kissed me." She hesitated. "He held me, French-kissed me so deep I thought he was going to smother me. He pushed his tongue all the way down my throat."

    John looked at Violet while she spoke: "That fucking bastard."

    She had started to tremble, and he hugged her: "Did he put his hand up your skirt?"

    "No, but he would have if I hadn't been wearing a tight, ankle-length skirt."

    "Are you sure?"

    She had started to cry, and he tried to soothe her.

    "I saw it in his eyes."

    "Did you expect this?"

    "No, it took me completely by surprise. I hardly realized what was happening, but when I looked in eyes, I knew. He never touched me again after that. I don't know what possessed me, some extra force."

    "Violet, this force is in you, the same force that is in our Steina."