Viki: Why do you hate her?
Dorian: I don't. I didn't mean that.
Viki: Everything said on this elevator stays between us. Now why do you hate her?
Dorian: She didn't have to do what Mama said. I never hurt Melinda like she wanted me to. We would play a game where I would pretend to hurt her. And then Mama and Papa would punish me for it. That made Mama real happy. Why couldn't Addie have done that?
Viki: She's not as strong as you are. What kind of things did she do to you?
Dorian: She would lock me up. She hit me. One time she stabbed me with a pair of scissors. But that's not really the reason I hate her sometimes.
Viki: What is the reason?
Dorian: She got rewarded for abusing me.
Viki: How?
Dorian: She got sent away. She didn't have to live with Mama's craziness anymore.
Viki: She was sent to a mental institution.
Dorian: That's much better than living with my mother. Do you know what it is like to be scared all the time? I was in my twenties before I realized your stomach wasn't supposed to hurt all the time.
Viki: Do you feel that way about Addie a lot?
Dorian: No. But sometimes when Blair and Kelly's lives are disintegrating and they turn to me to fix it again, I think of how Addie and Melinda are off in fantasyland and I'm left to deal with everything. Do you think that's horrible?
Viki: No, I think it's normal. We all feel that way sometimes. I know I want to strangle Todd when he's done yet another stupid thing. And sometimes I hate my sister too.
Dorian: Tina?
Viki: No, I don't know what I feel about Tina right now. Meredith.
Dorian: Why would you hate Meredith?
Viki: Because my father chose me to abuse and not her.
Dorian: How do you know he didn't abuse her?
Viki: Did he?
Dorian: Well, he never said anything about her, just you. But that doesn't mean he didn't hurt her too. (Sees Viki's look) Okay, you're right. It was you he wanted.
You had happy times when you were little, didn't you?
Viki: Yes, I did. My mother was wonderful. I remember lots of happy times growing up. What about you? There must have been some good times.
Dorian: Sometimes Papa would take us camping. Him and Addie would fish for our supper. Me and Melinda didn't have the patience. We usually ended up playing with the bait.
Viki: You played with worms?
Dorian: I was a lot like Starr. I liked snakes and lizards and bugs. I bet you were one of those prissy little girls who always wore dresses.
Viki: I was not. Okay, maybe a little. I hung out with other prissy girls. What about you? What were your friends like?
Dorian: I didn't really have any. I wasn't allowed to bring anyone home. Not that I would want to. We got teased a lot. Everyone knew my mom was nuts. They called us the Crazy Cramers.
Viki: Did you stand up for yourself?
Dorian: I stood up for Addie and Melinda but not for myself.
Viki: You must've been really lonely.
Dorian: Sometimes. That's why I worry about Starr so much.
Viki: Because she gets teased at school?
Dorian: Yes.
Viki: She's a lot like you, isn't she? She acts so tough and brave all the time, but deep down she's a scared little girl.
Dorian: The same could be said of you. Literally, I met Princess.
Viki: True. I can't see you camping.
Dorian: I was just so glad to get away from Mama. I used to be able to rough it.
Viki: But not anymore?
Dorian: I feel that no one should ever do without indoor plumbing.
Viki: Amen to that. When we were in that cave, I couldn't wait to soak in my bathtub.
Dorian: I just wanted a toilet that flushed.
Viki: I told you not to eat all the peanuts.
Dorian: I was hungry. Kind of like now. I'm going to have to start carrying food around just in case. When you were a child, did you remember that your father abused you or did you block it out then too?
Viki: I don't know. I don't remember knowing about it. I don't have memories of doing something fun while dreading going to bed at night. So I guess my altars were already taking care of me.
Dorian: Maybe that's for the best.
Viki: Since we are talking about that, there's something I've always wanted to ask you.
Dorian: What?
Viki: How could you stay married to a child molester?
