I wasn’t sure if he was awake, but he definitely was mumbling this:
“You first become you mother. Then, some time later, you turn into your father. It’s almost inevitable.”
He made a pause—I thought he might of fallen asleep or his body finally gave up—he then added:
“And after that—you become your lovers. Each and every one of them.”
He exhaled, as if that was his last.
“Does this ever occur to you?” he sighed, to my surprise.
I put out his cigarette, tucked him in and served myself a scotch and soda.
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