all to myself, for three paltry days. In New York I had to share him with Whitman, and I had to spend my days with Whitman in the apartment while Daddy was at work.
Three days or a week, it was never enough. The world was an entirely different place when I was with Daddy. He plucked me out of the cruddy garage-sale life I lived with Carolee, that world of used but âperfectly goodâ clothes that never quite fit and toys that were always missing one critical part so you couldnât play with them.
I wanted to savor every moment with Daddy. But the monster wouldnât let me. Iâd be in some wonderful spot with Daddy, having fun, and suddenly Caroleeâs bitter, wine-slurred voice would echo in my ears. Iâd hear her cursing and complaining about him , about how rich he was, or they were, and how poor we were. And then my own music-box of resentments would start to play. The terrible public school that I had to go to. A school where I learned nothing, was afraid for my life, and had no one to protect me. There was no one who understood what I was going through, or cared enough to do something about it. There was no one who gave a shit about what happened to me day after terrifying day as I eluded gangs of girls out to rob and beat me up and boys who threatened that they were going to âgetâ me. Daddy was the only one who could save me from all that, but he didnât. He wouldnât. Instead, he lived a fun life with Whitman in New York.
The monster would grab me by the toes and yank me down to his lair. From a sunny moment of having fun with Daddy, Iâd suddenly disappear into a black hole of rage. Iâd spend hours stewing in the dark stinking sludge with the monster, thinking up ways to punish Daddy, or Whitman, or both of them, and Carolee, too. Someone had to pay for my misery. Otherwise Iâd have to accept it as an everyday part of my life.
I wasnât that angry ten-year-old girl anymore, but every now and then I felt her kicking, like a baby, wanting out. She was there now, wanting to scream at Whitman, but I clamped a hand over her mouth.
âYour dad and I lived like paupers in New York,â Whitman was saying, âso we could fly you out there, and have your dad fly back here, and pay Carolee alimony and child support.â
âIâm sorry I was such a financial burden,â I said.
âI donât want to get into a blame game here,â Whitman said. âI just want some assurance that you know what youâre doing. That youâve actually thought about it. That you arenât just rushing into this marriage because you canât live without having a man around.â
âIt doesnât matter what I say, Whitman, you wonât believe me.â
âVenus,â he said, âIâve been watching you since you were five years old. Iâve seen how you behave. Iâve seen how you make your decisions and present them to your parents as faits accomplis.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âYou donât ask for approval or advice; you just tell them what it is youâre going to do. Quit school. Become a model. Get married. Get divorced. Join the army. Be a lesbian. Get married. File for bankruptcy. Youâre an only child, so they give in to you. Theyâve never put any limits on you because they want to believe that you know what youâre doing.â
âThis time I do know.â I got up and paced around the big bedroom. âTremaynne and I love one another. We want to be together.â
âOkay.â Whitman held up his hand. âThe next question is, what are you going to do for a ceremony this time?â
âItâs about time you asked,â I said. âWeâre writing our own.â
âWell, donât forget thereâs a grammar and a spell check on that computer I gave you. Next question: Where is it going to take place?â
âAt my momâs. I told
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