At Home with John and Teresa. No. 11
Teresa: “Goddammit, John! You knew I was sleeping, and you have the nerve to come into my bedroom, turn the light on and stand there wearing nothing but an Army helmet, a flak jacket and combat boots! What the hell is wrong with you?”
John: “Please, Muffin?”
Teresa: “‘Please’ my ass. I’m tired, and my face hurts like a bitch from my injections today. Leave me alone.”
John: “But Muffin, it’s my very favorite game.”
Teresa: “I told you before that I am tired of being the “˜young beautiful Vietnamese peasant girl you rescue from the marauding Americans who are burning my village and trying to rape me and then cut off my ears’.”
John:
Teresa: “Now get lost.”
John: “Well then, how about a new game? We can pretend that the bed is my swiftboat and that you’re the young beautiful Vietnamese peasant who falls out of the boat and I come back and drag you from the water into the boat while everyone shoots at us and stuff.”
Teresa: “Asshole, how many times to I have to tell you to leave me alone. Now, go back to your room, put on your Doctor Denton’s, and go to bed.”
John: