Like a ghost the one I love the most disappears when I get near…
He pads into the kitchen at the break of dawn. The curtains are open and the infant lights of day are barely peaking through. Norman feels the warm rush of home the moment he sees his mother standing in front of the stove. She's cracking eggs with one hand and humming to herself.
It's the familiar harmony of Sinatra's "Blue Moon." Norman smiles. "Morning."
She turns to him and his heart stops. There's a love bite sticking out deep red on her collarbone. "Morning, honey."
His eyes drill into her. He points. "What's that?"
She glances down for half a second only to panic and pull the edge of her robe up over the spot. "It's nothing."
"It doesn't look like nothing." Someone else. Someone else. Someone else. The words pound relentlessly in his head. He wants to rip the universe apart for dealing him a hand so cruel. "Who left it, Mother?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't lie to me." They'd been through this, hadn't they? She wasn't allowed to lie to him. That's not how this relationship was supposed to work. We have to be together. We're supposed to be together. Norman's blood starts to boil. "Tell me."
She looks down, takes those beautiful eyes away from him. "Nobody." She comes back, angrier than a bull. "Don't ask me again."
He wants to grab her, shake her, make the truth fall out. But, he can hardly bear to look at her. With a decisive nod, he turns and walks away.
Norma's gaze trails after him. It's full of sadness and regret. Why did she feel so awful about this? Didn't she deserve happiness, a man who wanted her? What was so wrong with that? She wipes the tears that fall away. What did Norman want from her?
I can't explain nor can I contain the control you have on my soul…