and don’t interrupt
she holds up a little cardboard folder
this is an airline ticket my host father bought me
he thought we could rendezvous at some point
France, maybe, or Greece
she puts up her hand
don’t say it
i know
the point is, it’s an open-ended ticket to anywhere
and i’m giving it to you
save what’s left of your dignity
go to Norway
she sets the ticket on top of the envelope of cash
turns to leave, then stops
what makes you think your parents
are getting the cash?
your brother probably intercepts the mail
and steals it for himself
you’re working your ass off to fund his addiction
and their roller-coaster ride through crazy-land
she swings her bag over her shoulder
take the ticket
go to Norway
it never occurred to you they might not
be getting the money
you should’ve sent it to your father’s office
instead of mailing it to the apartment
how stupid can you be?
you pick up the phone and dial
Button! your father says. we’re so glad you called