"It never happened."
"I haven't even said anything yet!"
"You're deluded."
"Okay . . . "
"You lie."
"I'm starting now!"
"You fantasize."
"My father never wanted a second child. At all, ever, period. Because of his career."
"You are manipulative."
"My mother knew this. After four years, she decided my wonder-brother, who could do no wrong, needed a companion. So she messed with the birth control. So gross."
"Who's putting you up to this?"
"He became very angry and told her that she would receive no help with this second, unwanted child. At all, ever, period. Because of his career."
"You brought it upon yourself. You are masochistic."
"But the joke was on her, because she wanted a girl!"
"You exaggerate."
"He told me this, over lunch, in May of 1982, in what was then a Colonial-themed Thai restaurant on the ground floor of the Park Plaza Hotel in Boston, Massachusett. A cold seven-minute walk from the Combat Zone."
"In any case, it is time to forget the past and move on.”
Dreamstory, Chapter Three: Unitarian Church
UNITARIAN CHURCH
Barnstable Patriot, May 23, 1968
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Speaker for the 11 a.m. service of the Unitarian Church May 26 will be Louis Jacobucci, executive director of MSPCC, who has been chairman of the social concerns committee of the church and is chairman of the prudential committee. Among other activities are membership in Hyannis Rotary; he is also vice president of Cape Cod Community Council and chairman of Community Action Committee of Cape Cod.
"So, look. Miss Andrews."
"Yes."
"You understand this is a very serious charge to bring against anyone."
"Yes."
"Let alone your own brother."
"Yes."
"It never happened."
"Well, actually, it kind of totally did."
"You are deluded."
"Well, that may be, but I would submit that my mental health history is a result of having stuff like that done to me in the first place."
"You lie."
"I don't, actually. In fact, this is the first...
Dreamstory, Chapter One: What Happens At The End
By Velveteen Andrews
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You lie."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going on Sundays, because that was the only time he was ever even around anymore. Weekdays he was working, of course, and weeknights he was always at one of his many, many important community ...
