copyright © 2009 Jeff Goode

Still So Much To Say
"Alex's Piece"

ALEX. I love you, Daddy. I love you more than anyone else in the world. Even Mom. In fact, I don't think she even likes you. And I know Roger and Tony can't stand your guts. Especially Tony. He's always talking about what he'd do with your guts if he had the chance. And a decent blender. I think that's why Mom keeps giving him blenders for Christmas, and the rest of us only get socks and condoms. But I love your guts, Daddy. I love them in a darkly sensual way that most people don't like to talk about it. But we talked about it that one time, didn't we, Daddy? At the cabin out by the lake. But I think you must have thought I was just joking, because you kept laughing really nervously and trying to change the subject. On the other hand, you did keep fingering the waist band of my pajamas and asking me if they were real silk. So I took that as your way of saying that someday, maybe someday, when the time was right... when the mood was right... when the lights were low... that you and I would finally be able to admit that we loved each other in that special way that only fathers and daughters can love each other... Incestuously. Or mothers and sons. Or cousins and cousins. But that last one is still legal in 19 states. But I like to think that our love will always be deliciously unlawful. Don't you, Daddy? Like a Belgian chocolate filled with absinthe and rohypnol. That's what you always used to give me when I behaved myself at the dentist, wasn't it, Daddy? Roofie-truffles? I always loved going to the dentist. Even if it did make me throw up in the driveway when we got home sometimes. But I loved those chocolates. I loved getting fillings. I love the taste of dark chocolate and 14-karat gold in my mouth. And I love you.

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