INTERVIEW WITH A DOMESTIC
If you had the chance to meet Magenta, you might ask her, "Why are you in love with Riff? He is your brother. Don't you think that's wrong?" Here is how she might answer.
He never hit me. Even after all the shit from Frank, I knew I was safe with Riff. I've never liked any other men. They are too powerful, too domineering. Riff loves me.
I used to feel a little guilty, but when he kissed me, I knew it couldn't be wrong. You can't love someone that much and have it be wrong. I know he is family, and it used to bother me, but not anymore. Love this strong doesn't come easy.
I know that I sound like I am trying to convince myself that this is right, and in truth sometimes I am. People say such mean things about us and about my thing with Columbia. They say, "It's disgusting either way! Can't you be normal?" As for Columbia ... well, I have feelings for her, but "love" is too strong a word to use there. Riff is the only one I have ever loved.
He wouldn't ever hurt me. Riff can hold me as gently as a mother cat holds its kittens. Hmm, he calls me that sometimes -- "kitten." I love that. He says there is nobody else in the world who can make him as happy as I do. Yes, he is my brother, but beyond that -- he is my protector, my friend, my solace. He is my love.
Sometimes it seems as though he can read my mind. If my back hurts cause I am mopping, he will come out of nowhere and rub my shoulders until I feel better. He always knows just what to say and do. I have often wondered if the bond of family has made it so, but I believe it is more than that. Most relatives don't have what Riff and I have ... but then again, most relatives haven't been through what we have.
Since we were little, Riff has always been there to protect me, to make me feel better, to provide me with anything I needed. Our father, though I hate to admit it, was an evil man. He abused me in every way possible. One awful night, he was beating me so hard that I really thought I was going to die, and Riff killed him. Just like that, Riff killed him. I remember the look on his face. He yelled for dad to stop, when he didn't, Riff hit him so hard on the head ... I don't even remember what it was he hit him with. All I remember was the crazy look in Riff's eyes. He picked me up off the floor and told me that if anyone hurt me again, he would kill them.
I had to go to the hospital that night. Our mother never came to see if I was okay, but Riff was there by my side the whole time. When I got out of the hospital, Riff searched for a place for us to live, and he found Frank.
Frank doesn't approve of our relationship, but we needed somewhere to stay, and he offered. We work for him now. Riff hates it, I know. He has always been very protective of me. I worry sometimes ... Once when Frank yelled at me, I saw that same crazy look in Riff's eyes. Thankfully I calmed him down, but I still think he is planning something.
I think the real reason I love Riff is that he is the only person I can feel safe with. I trust him with everything in me. He protects but never smothers me, and he is always there when I need him. I don't even have to ask him for help; he just knows. We have a bond that I doubt anyone else has, something deeper than love, something so strong that there is no word for it. They may call it immoral -- they may call it whatever they like, but in my heart I know that Riff is my soul mate. We are going to be together for all time.
Well, I hope that answers your question. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some mopping to do.
If you had the chance to meet Magenta, you might ask her, "Why are you in love with Riff? He is your brother. Don't you think that's wrong?" Here is how she might answer.
He never hit me. Even after all the shit from Frank, I knew I was safe with Riff. I've never liked any other men. They are too powerful, too domineering. Riff loves me.
I used to feel a little guilty, but when he kissed me, I knew it couldn't be wrong. You can't love someone that much and have it be wrong. I know he is family, and it used to bother me, but not anymore. Love this strong doesn't come easy.
I know that I sound like I am trying to convince myself that this is right, and in truth sometimes I am. People say such mean things about us and about my thing with Columbia. They say, "It's disgusting either way! Can't you be normal?" As for Columbia ... well, I have feelings for her, but "love" is too strong a word to use there. Riff is the only one I have ever loved.
He wouldn't ever hurt me. Riff can hold me as gently as a mother cat holds its kittens. Hmm, he calls me that sometimes -- "kitten." I love that. He says there is nobody else in the world who can make him as happy as I do. Yes, he is my brother, but beyond that -- he is my protector, my friend, my solace. He is my love.
Sometimes it seems as though he can read my mind. If my back hurts cause I am mopping, he will come out of nowhere and rub my shoulders until I feel better. He always knows just what to say and do. I have often wondered if the bond of family has made it so, but I believe it is more than that. Most relatives don't have what Riff and I have ... but then again, most relatives haven't been through what we have.
Since we were little, Riff has always been there to protect me, to make me feel better, to provide me with anything I needed. Our father, though I hate to admit it, was an evil man. He abused me in every way possible. One awful night, he was beating me so hard that I really thought I was going to die, and Riff killed him. Just like that, Riff killed him. I remember the look on his face. He yelled for dad to stop, when he didn't, Riff hit him so hard on the head ... I don't even remember what it was he hit him with. All I remember was the crazy look in Riff's eyes. He picked me up off the floor and told me that if anyone hurt me again, he would kill them.
I had to go to the hospital that night. Our mother never came to see if I was okay, but Riff was there by my side the whole time. When I got out of the hospital, Riff searched for a place for us to live, and he found Frank.
Frank doesn't approve of our relationship, but we needed somewhere to stay, and he offered. We work for him now. Riff hates it, I know. He has always been very protective of me. I worry sometimes ... Once when Frank yelled at me, I saw that same crazy look in Riff's eyes. Thankfully I calmed him down, but I still think he is planning something.
I think the real reason I love Riff is that he is the only person I can feel safe with. I trust him with everything in me. He protects but never smothers me, and he is always there when I need him. I don't even have to ask him for help; he just knows. We have a bond that I doubt anyone else has, something deeper than love, something so strong that there is no word for it. They may call it immoral -- they may call it whatever they like, but in my heart I know that Riff is my soul mate. We are going to be together for all time.
Well, I hope that answers your question. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some mopping to do.