“Now, now Mary, you’re just going to have wait a little bit”.
“But why, Daddy? Why?”
“Because that’s the way the world works sometimes. There’s nothing you can do about it”.
“But I want it now!”
“I know that, sweetheart, but there really is nothing I can do right at this very moment. There’s still lots of time to sort it out”.
“Time? TIME?! I don’t have time. I’m nearly eight and a half, you know. Before you even realise it I’ll be all grown up and getting drunk and wearing mini-skirts and doing things with boys that you never did with mummy!”
“Don’t you think you’re just being ever so slightly unreasonable here? I know you want the shiny dress for the birthday party but the party isn’t until the middle of August”.
“You just don’t understand, you teasing, bullshitting old bastard. I should never believe a word out of your mouth. You’re just interested in yourself. You don’t care about me at all”.
“Of course I care about you, what a terrible thing to say. I haven’t given so much of my life to you for nothing”.
“You don’t care if I’m not the prettiest little girl at the party. You only care that I look acceptable and I, Daddy, want to be the belle of the ball”.
“There are lots of other little girls who want to be exactly the same but I’ll try my best to make your dreams come true”.
“Try your best? That’s hardly good enough, is it? I want promises, assurances, pledges, vows, undertakings and your cast iron guarantee that it will happen”.
“Sorry, honey, but that’s just not the way the world works”.
“It should be the way it works because that’s what I want and if I don’t get what I want I am going to scweam and scweam and scweam!”
“Now listen to me for a second-”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“Darling, you have to-”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“If you’d just-”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“Fuck you then. Scweam all you want. Nobody will hear you from that cellar. And have you met my new friend, Josef?”
