Sophia's parents' invitation to tea
had been what I thought
it might be
an interrogation into my life
and style and earnings
and moral fitness
minus the bright lights
in the eyes
and the torture tools
and rubber truncheon
(although I am sure Sophia
would have found a use
for that in foreplay)
when I knocked
her father answered the door
stiff as a corpse
eyes on me
his hands at his sides
his Polish English
understandable but stiff
witaj
he said
welcome
I said
thank you
and looked at him
then tried to look past him
but he was wider than I thought
and I saw his shoulder
Sophia came beside her father
and smiled nervously
hello
she said
hello
I replied
jesteś tu
her mother said
behind her daughter
English Mama
her father said to his wife
giving her the hard stare
we went into the lounge
and he said sit down
so I sat down on the sofa
and Sophia sat next to me
her father sat in his armchair
and his wife stood gazing at me
as if I was a puppy
who had walked in with wet paws
you get tea now
he said
Sophia help your mama
Sophia rose up and went
with her mother leaving me
to my fate
he stared at me
his eyes icy
what are your intentions
with regards to Sophia?
he said
his Polish English was heavy
I unscrambled the words
good intentions
I said
(pushing our *** in his bed
with her that time
out of my head)
I'm Catholic and I work hard
I added
he looked past me
as if another waited behind me
for instructions
horyzont?
he said then added
prospects?
(to get her in bed again
as soon as possible
would not have applied
so I said nothing)
I just frowned
how are your prospects?
he said slower
as if he were talking
to an imbecile
o
I said
well I can make the grade
and become a full nurse
I added
his face remained still
nurse?
he said
qualified nurse
I said
he moved his head
as if his neck
had become stiff
and how are you in regards
to ****** relations? he asked
normal
I said
normal?
he said
I mean how to do you
think about *** after marriage
as the Church teaches?
(I pushed any image
of Sophia naked and on his bed
from my mind)
sure after marriage *** is good
I said
he smiled
I smiled
his wife and Sophia
brought in plates of food
and teapot and cups
and saucers and sugar
and milk and laid it all
on the table
all done
the wife said in Polish
(Sophia translated it in my ear)
good good
he said
nodding his head
his wife looked at me
daring me to touch
any food or drink
cieszyć się
his wife said
(enjoy Sophia said)
I got up and took a plate
and filled my plate with food
and Sophia poured me tea
with milk and sugar
I sat on the sofa
beside her
sensing her knee
touch mine
then her thigh
(all hopefully far
from her father's eye).
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 3:21 AM UTC
Sophia's parents' invitation to tea
had been what I thought
it might be
an interrogation into my life
and style and earnings
and moral fitness
minus the bright lights
in the eyes
and the torture tools
and rubber truncheon
(although I am sure Sophia
would have found a use
for that in foreplay)
when I knocked
her father answered the door
stiff as a corpse
eyes on me
his hands at his sides
his Polish English
understandable but stiff
witaj
he said
welcome
I said
thank you
and looked at him
then tried to look past him
but he was wider than I thought
and I saw his shoulder
Sophia came beside her father
and smiled nervously
hello
she said
hello
I replied
jesteś tu
her mother said
behind her daughter
English Mama
her father said to his wife
giving her the hard stare
we went into the lounge
and he said sit down
so I sat down on the sofa
and Sophia sat next to me
her father sat in his armchair
and his wife stood gazing at me
as if I was a puppy
who had walked in with wet paws
you get tea now
he said
Sophia help your mama
Sophia rose up and went
with her mother leaving me
to my fate
he stared at me
his eyes icy
what are your intentions
with regards to Sophia?
he said
his Polish English was heavy
I unscrambled the words
good intentions
I said
(pushing our *** in his bed
with her that time
out of my head)
I'm Catholic and I work hard
I added
he looked past me
as if another waited behind me
for instructions
horyzont?
he said then added
prospects?
(to get her in bed again
as soon as possible
would not have applied
so I said nothing)
I just frowned
how are your prospects?
he said slower
as if he were talking
to an imbecile
o
I said
well I can make the grade
and become a full nurse
I added
his face remained still
nurse?
he said
qualified nurse
I said
he moved his head
as if his neck
had become stiff
and how are you in regards
to ****** relations? he asked
normal
I said
normal?
he said
I mean how to do you
think about *** after marriage
as the Church teaches?
(I pushed any image
of Sophia naked and on his bed
from my mind)
sure after marriage *** is good
I said
he smiled
I smiled
his wife and Sophia
brought in plates of food
and teapot and cups
and saucers and sugar
and milk and laid it all
on the table
all done
the wife said in Polish
(Sophia translated it in my ear)
good good
he said
nodding his head
his wife looked at me
daring me to touch
any food or drink
cieszyć się
his wife said
(enjoy Sophia said)
I got up and took a plate
and filled my plate with food
and Sophia poured me tea
with milk and sugar
I sat on the sofa
beside her
sensing her knee
touch mine
then her thigh
(all hopefully far
from her father's eye).
A BOY GOES TO TEA WITH A GIRLFRIEND'S PARENTS IN 1969.
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