The Last Word


So the prodigal son has returned home.


Tired of playing hide-and-seek, I gather?


Did you honestly think I wouldn’t come back?

One can hope.


Sorry to disappoint. I can’t promise it won’t happen again however.

Isn’t that a shame.

You never answered my question, by the way.


How flatterning, I never knew my motives were such a concern of yours.

They aren’t anymore. I know why you came here.


Oh please. Spare me whatever trite englightenment some reclusive moutaintop guru spat out at you.


You can leave anytime. But you’re not going to… Because you’re here for the same reason we all are.

And that would be…?


Because you have no where else to go.

Your deductive reasoning astonds me.


Can it. Tear everything you are down, and what you have left is the fact that you have absolutely no direction without taking cues from someone else. Your father wanted you to follow in his footsteps so you did. He said you should get married, so you did. Never once have you bothered to stop and think about wha-


That’s quite enough out of you. Why don’t you leave the psychoanalysis to the experts, hmm?


It doesn’t change the facts. All you know is that you’re quite the expert on how to bully and manipulate people if for no other reason that for your own amusement. Without someone to vicitmize, you haven’t a fucking clue what to do with yourself.


………………….


No sarcastic reply? How surprising.

Get out of my face before I break yours. Is that sufficient enough for you?


If you say so. I can’t make you leave, nor do I care enough to try and force you. You’ve got the rest of your life to figure things out, so relax.


Maybe now we can start to get along.


………………. annoying brat.