THEO TWO
She doesn't see the door. She doesn't want to see it. Sometimes, she gets a peek at what's on the other side, but she doesn't ever realize what she's seen. I like the door. I open it and stand in it. The Angry Lady doesn't want me to, she says that nothing good's on the other side and that we shouldn't look, but the Sad Lady just tells me to do what I want so I just look through and I tell her about what I saw.
The old man was on the other side once. He was sad, but not like the Sad Lady. When she's sad, you know it because she doesn't look like anything. The old man was crying. The Angry Lady was asleep, but it didn't make the old man happy. He just sat there looking at her and she kept sleeping and sometimes he would make a little noise, and the big guy was there and he was trying to help the old man stand up, but the old man wouldn't let him, so the big guy just waited.
The Sad Lady says that she only feels comfortable when the Angry Lady's asleep. I do, too. But why is the old man so sad about it? I don't know. Once, I looked in the door and the Angry Lady was sitting there and she was worried. I think that's why she's so mad all the time. She's worried about everything. I watched her and she was say-thinking what am I going to do this time? How am I going to get them out of here? Dammit, I don't know how to win this one.
The Sad Lady doesn't know that the Angry Lady loves us. Mom used to say that you don't have to like the people you love, and the Sad Lady surely didn't like Mom. They always yelled at each other. I told them to stop, but they wouldn't. The Angry Lady was telling me to shut up. She likes it when they fight, she says that it makes the Sad Lady stronger. She just looks more sad to me, though. Sometimes, she would hurt us. I don't like it when she hurts us. Until I found the door, I couldn't do anything but say-think stop, please stop. Before the door came to me, I couldn't do anything good.
The Sad Lady gives me more attention now, she always asks me what I think about things. I tell her what the door showed me, because that's what she really wants to know. The Angry Lady just wants to use her sword on the bad guys. The Angry Lady likes her sword a lot. The old man gave it to her. I think the old man and the Angry Lady are good friends. The old man is nice to me, too. He gives me things like he gave the Angry Lady her sword. He gave me books. Good books. I read them all the time. The Sad Lady won't let me pick them up, but I've got them here. Here is where I keep everything now. I can't feel the things I keep here, but they're here, anyway. And because I like the books I can read them.
The big guy is nice to me, too. He really likes the Sad Lady, and she likes him too, but she mostly thinks about the old man. The old man reminds her of Dad, she say-thinks all the time. He tells me stories. Better ones than Dad did before he left. I miss Dad, though.
I look in the door and it shows me about the big guy and the old man on the airplane. The big guy is on the seat playing music with his violin. He laughed once when I asked him to play me a song, and said something about how stereotypical it is, but I told him, no, I don't want to hear it on the stereo, I wanna hear him play. He laughed again, and he played me a song that was funny. On the airplane, he plays a sadder song than that one, and the old man gets mad because it hurts his ears, and he makes the violin hit the big guy until it breaks. I got scared because I thought the old man was hurting him, but the big guy just looked like he'd been jumped on, like when Mom would jump out of a room and tickle me. The old man smiled at him then, and they both laughed.
The door shows me about the ugly woman. She's mean to the old man, and he's mean back. They get in a fight and I yell at them to stop, like when the Sad Lady and Mom did, but they can't hear me or ignore me like Mom and the Sad Lady.
Sometimes I wish they would hear me more. They never know how to be happy.
