Rachel is here. The words cold and flat. It might be nothing. Hard rain coming down sideways. The car stinks of sulphur. I crank the window down and smoke. The left side of my face numb and wet. I park in the alley and when I get out of the car the music swallows me thumping and distorted. I’m caught in a trap. I can’t walk out. The king droning from past the grave, from Zoe's place. The door is wide open and Zoe sits on the floor as if she fell there. I love you too much baby. I can’t go on like this. She’s barefoot. She wears a short red dress, a party dress. Like she stumbled out of bed half awake and pulled something from a dark closet. The dress clings to her body as if wet. One strap falling down over thin white shoulder. She looks stoned and lost. Why can’t you see what you’re doing to me. Her head twitches like a bird as I turn down the stereo.
Where is she.
The bedroom. With Henry.
What's with the music.
Zoe shrugs. Rachel says the baby is deaf and that's why he can't talk.
Do you…
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