don’t come back…

did you visit him this week…

the old man…

yes…

no…I did not…

you did not…

no…

how long’s it been…

a while…

a while…

yes…a while…

don’t you feel you owe him a visit…

don’t…

don’t what…

you know…

guilt you…

yes…guilt me…worse than the Catholic church you are…

that’s on you…

there you go again…again with these remarks…

I’m just saying…

what…what are you just saying…

that perhaps you owe him a visit…

he’ll be there tomorrow…and the next day…and the day after that…

so you’ll go tomorrow…

I said and the next day and the day after that…

three times in a week you’ll go…

aren’t you smart…

you just said…

aren’t you the smart one…

no need…

when I had to baby sit him for months on end where were you…eh…huh…where were you…it’s not enough that I had to clean up the mess…the shit and the stink each day…and for what…what…a few measly dollars…cash in my wallet for walking around…maybe a cold ale at the pub…and where were you…go on…tell me…tell me…

we all have schedules and appointments dear boy…schedules and appointments…

and so did I…

see here…you were given a task…a task mind you…and now you think that task is over…

tis…

not yet…he’s still living…you owe him dear boy…you owe him…

what…he was given proper care…I gave all I could mind you…and you and the rest of the family carried on your affairs…didn’t see you in the grit and the grime…

now see here…

didn’t see you washing his backside…where were you…where were you…and now you play this guilt card on me like a bishop…like a priest in a booth on a Saturday morn…(pause) we used to go for drives…everyday I took him for a spin in the country…listening to his senseless babble of grandiosity…you’d thought he served in an ambassador position you would…his talk of this and that as if he were a man of real importance…affairs that mattered…that mattered…(pause) and all these orders he gave me…I want a bun…I want a tea…I want a fruit juice…constant orders…while you and the others tended to yourselves…hands never getting a bit of filth on them…always clean…so clean…and now I am done…do you hear me…I am done…you see to his life’s end…you see to it…I am done…

…very well then…you’ve stated your case…don’t cry to me when he’s gone…don’t cry to me…you will regret this…you shall…this selfish behavior…you will be forever in sorrow over this decision…and for what…because of spite…sheer spite…I’m the reason you won’t go to visit him…I’m that reason…(pause) there was nothing going on in your life…no job…no wife and kids…you had nothing to do whatsoever…and an opportunity was given you…given…for you to make amends to a man who you left so long ago…running away from family…from Daddy…you didn’t come back to care for him…you came because you had nowhere else to go…you think I’m a fool…your bridges have been burned…you had nowhere else to go so you ran for shelter in his house…I know you…I know you…you are not one to suffer…now you say what…what…

…I say nothing…nothing…my days of this are done…I am done…go on with yourself..
go on…

leaving again I see…

yes…leaving again…

don’t come back…

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