Don’t worry, I can’t be bothered! You’re not worth the trouble it would take to hit you! You’re not worth the powder it would take to blow you up. You are an empty, empty, hollow shell of a woman. I mean, what the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much? Why the hell are you married to me? What the hell are you doing carrying my child? I mean, why didn’t you just get rid of it when you had the chance? Because listen to me, listen to me, I got news for you – I wish to God that you had!
Knowing what you’ve got – comma – knowing what you need – comma – knowing what you can do without – dash – That’s inventory control.
You know what this is like? April, honestly? This talking like this. The whole, the whole idea of, of going off to Europe this way. This is the way I felt going up to the line, the first time, in the war. I mean, I was, I was probably just as scared as everyone else; but, but inside, I never felt better. I felt, I felt alive! I felt full of blood! I felt – everything just – everything seemed more real. The guys in the uniforms. The snow on the fields. The trees. And all of us, all of us, just, walking. I mean, I-I was scared, of course; but, I just kept thinking, this is it, you know! This – is the truth!
