Can you explain how this happens. Do you have passage lol and what does the dad say ?
HENRY: I’m in my bedroom with my self. He’s here from next March. We are doing what we often do when we have a little
privacy, when it’s cold out, when both of us are past puberty and haven’t quite gotten around to actual girls yet. I think
most people would do this, if they had the sort of opportunities I have. I mean, I’m not gay or anything.
It’s late Sunday morning. I can hear the bells ringing at St. Joe’s. Dad came home late last night; I think he must have
stopped at the Exchequer after the concert; he was so drunk he fell down on the stairs and I had to haul him into the
apartment and put him to bed. He coughs and I hear him messing around in the kitchen.
My other self seems distracted; he keeps looking at the door. “What?” I ask him. “Nothing,” he says. I get up and
check the lock. “ No,” he says. He seems to be making a huge effort to speak. “Come on,” I say.
I hear Dad’s heavy step right outside my door. “Henry?” he says, and the knob of the door slowly turns and I abruptly
realize that I have inadvertently unlocked the door and Henry leaps for it but it’s too late: Dad sticks his head in and there
we are, in flagrante delicto. “Oh,” he says. His eyes are wide and he looks completely disgusted. “Jesus, Henry.” He shuts
the door and I hear him walking back to his room. I throw my self a reproachful glare as I pull on a pair of jeans and a T-
shirt. I walk down the hall to Dad’s bedroom. His door is shut. I knock. No answer. I wait. “Dad?” Silence. I open the door,
stand in the doorway. “Dad?” He’s sitting with his back to me, on his bed. He continues to sit, and I stand there for a
while, but I can’t bring myself to walk into the room. Finally I shut the door, walk back to my own room.
“That was completely and totally your fault,” I tell my self severely. He is wearing jeans, sitting on the chair with his
head in his hands. “You knew, you knew that was going to happen and you didn’t say a word. Where is your sense of self
preservation? What the hell is wrong with you? What use is it knowing the future if you can’t at least protect us from
humiliating little scenes—”
“Shut up ” Henry croaks. “Just shut up.”
