I wanted him. God, how I wanted him! I even threw myself at him on a few occasions. It was embarrassing, to think of it now, but it didn’t drive him away. He told me he would wait until I was older. Do you understand? He told me he would wait!
Of course, I never got my chance. Daddy found one of my journals. He was livid. He blamed me, at first, then Simon. Everyone but himself. He ordered Simon over here and just about tore him apart. There were threats of termination, of a ruined reputation, of Daria finding out, of prison. Even, of ‘finding the biggest, baddest nigger on the football team and having him break every bone in your worthless, lecherous body.’ He sent Simon away without even letting me say goodbye.
Un Lampo di Bianco Scene 96
