妈妈，你必须离开爸爸。她停止了脚趾触摸。她说，我简直不敢相信你会这么说。我简直不敢相信您，在所有人中，都会打开您的父亲。她继续说，我是爸爸的最后后卫，是唯一一个假装相信他所有的借口和故事，并对他的未来计划信心的人。妈妈说，他非常爱你。你怎么能对他这样做？我不怪爸爸。而且我没有。但是爸爸似乎对自己摧毁自己感到地狱，我担心他会和他一起把我们所有人都拉下来。我们必须逃脱。
(Mom, you have to leave Dad, I said. She stopped doing her toe touches. I can't believe you would say that, she said. I can't believe that you, of all people, would turn on your father. I was Dad's last defender, she continued, the only one who pretended to believe all his excuses and tales, and to have faith in his plans for the future. He loves you so much, Mom said. How can you do this to him? I don't blame Dad, I said. And I didn't. But Dad seemed hell-bent on destroying himself, and I was afraid he was going to pull us all down with him. We've got to get away.)