“I’ve been calling you all day and you don’t answer.
To top it all off, Hoover asked me to help him with a case involving his mafia friend. And you know what it means when he asks for help. Hey, why are you crying?
Did something happen with your mother?”
“Ted, I can’t tell you what happened to me. Don’t even ask. But if I could go to Washington right now, I swear I wouldn’t think twice.”
“You’re going to tell me, no matter what it takes. If you don’t, I won’t hang up. We promised each other that we would talk about everything. Speak up and stop messing around!”
“Yesterday, Derek’s car broke down at one in the morning on the road to Santa Rosa. She didn’t want her lover to pick us up. So, she told me to hitch a ride.
You know that road.”
“Are you telling me you were raped?”
“Oh no, don’t start crying now, Ted!”
“My love, come to New York. I’ll take care of you.
Your sister is sick. First, your brother, then her. Leaving you stranded on that road is unforgivable. It’s not even how you treat a dog. Your family is the worst I’ve ever known. They’re torturing you while you’re taking care of your mother. I’m going to hang up because I don’t know what to do. Let me cry. Southerners aren’t like Jews. We cry in secret.”