We walked together to the abortion place because we were not old enough to drive. Sitting in that chair in the living room while she was upstairs screaming, and then someone slapped her. She knows who she is. I know who she is. No one else knows anything. The dark ages have arrived again. For me, it was the slapping her and calling her a white bitch that set my jaw to grind. I got her a room at the hotel where I worked. We played fish all weekend. Fish is the most stupid name anyone ever invented. I brought her food from the kitchen. Mainly, she slept. We were going to have to invent some new excuses as regards our recent whereabouts. We would think of something.