Tell Me the Truth | Peter & Dinah
“Is competitive Marco Polo a sport? Because if it isn’t, it should be, we could actually win that.” Peter chuckled. “I really think she will, she’s gonna see how much we love each other and totally change her mind, she just needs time to get to know the real you.” Peter explained. “Worse than a few days ago doubled.” Peter told her. “I don’t know if you can imagine this but my parents are… they’re so loving and helpful but they are… Catholics and they are old fashioned.” He explained, letting out a frustrated groan. “So when I introduced them to a man I was dating for the first time it got ugly, just… really ugly. My mother cried and told me she couldn’t imagine living in heaven without me but if I kept that up I wouldn’t be there.” He explained. “She’s since… lightened up but… I bet she’s pretty glad you’re a woman.” He explained. “Exactly, you wouldn’t say that to someone else, you shouldn’t say it to yourself.” He explained. “I don’t know a lot about a lot of things, but I like to think I understand enough about the world to know that… it’s not your fault.” He explained. “Hey maybe that would make someone appreciate their family more, I already appreciate my parents more just listening to you.” Peter snickered. Even as Dinah apologized for lashing out Peter felt like he was dying. How could he be so stupid? How could he try to excuse it? As she began to explain that she’d been assaulted by men who thought she was a prostitute he took in an angry breath. “That’s horrible that’s- that’s… I’m so sorry that happened to you.” He said, searching for the right words but pausing when she asked him if he’d done something similar. Peter wasn’t an angry person, hardly ever, but something about that notion really irked him. Still he didn’t raise his voice but was quick in telling her. “No, of course not.” He said seriously, pinching the bridge of his nose and exhaling. “Dinah, please, that’s not, that’s not me… I made a stupid mistake but that isn’t me.” He said, his eyes tearing up again. “You want to know what happened? I was on a job in Amsterdam and I was taking some pictures, and she was in front of this building and I asked to take her picture and then we talked, and she told me I was cute and… my first real girlfriend and I had just broken up, I’d been drinking most of the night and it felt so good to have someone tell me I was good looking because really that wasn’t… nevermind it’s… it’s not important. What is important was she told me a price, and I paid it and that was it, really.” He described, his voice trembling. “I never even considered doing that again… I wouldn’t I… Dinah I am so sorry for what happened to you, whoever did that was… horrible and evil.” He said. “Please, please, please, I know that it probably really hurt you but please… please know I’m better than that.”
“We should totally do it.” Dinah nodded her head. “Maybe... I will try to get her to like me. I really will.” She assured her boyfriend, not wanting him to think she doesn’t make any effort. “Gosh.” She shuddered; the poor old boyfriend of Peter, she couldn’t imagine anything worse than two days ago. “At least they are loving and helpful.” She shrugged her shoulders, knowing her father was just a religious fanatic and her mother was useless, “Goddamn, that’s awful.” She shook her head. “At least I have that going for me.” She rolled her eyes. “But, I’m not someone else. I’m pretty awful.” She shook her head, letting to a distressed sigh. “I’m happy.” She told cynically. “Yeah, okay.” She stated blatantly, wiping her eyes as Peter apologized for what happened to you; he didn’t have to be sorry, he had nothing to do with it. As the man panicked and began to ramble on, describing what happened, Dinah decided to listen to him. “Okay.” She told him, taking a deep breath. “I know you’re better, I'm sorry. I freaked out.”















