Showing posts with label TEAL IS THE COLOR OF MY GUMS MELTING INTO THE TREES AND DIRT AND GRASS OF THIS SAD DARK EARTH. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TEAL IS THE COLOR OF MY GUMS MELTING INTO THE TREES AND DIRT AND GRASS OF THIS SAD DARK EARTH. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
TO: Rodrigo Weiss
FROM: Mathilde Bagnoire
DATE: 05/06/98
SUBJECT: The veil
Rodrigo—
I am troubled and disappointed that I found you rooting around in my closet last night, but even more so that you responded so violently on finding my veil. Did you think it was a bridal veil? That perhaps I was preparing for our wedding? Or that I had been married before? Or did you know it as from my First Communion, which I was never able to celebrate? You know I’m not religious, but Doctor Brandauer, in the course of my treatment, advised me to make a clean break with my troubled childhood by keeping only one memento. I thought I might wear it for you so you could understand where I came from. I can see now you’re not ready for that revelation.
Mathilde
TO: Mathilde Bagnoire
FROM: Rodrigo Weiss
DATE: 05/07/98
SUBJECT: The veil
Mathilde—
I admit the thought crossed my mind that you were indulging in fantasies of marriage, when I thought we had agreed that commitments of any sort would only be detrimental to our relationship. I must admit the veil also reminded me of my upbringing and the painful memories associated with it.
Rodrigo
TO: Rodrigo Weiss
FROM: Mathilde Bagnoire
DATE: 05/07/98
SUBJECT: The veil
Rodrigo—
We don’t need to speak the words if you’re not ready.
Mathilde
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