Lionel said, you have a dog? Robert was in his kitchen, making a spaghetti dish for us with a Neapolitan sauce. That’s the way I prefer to see them, my two jackass friends. Sitting around a kitchen table. Without the women. On our own and at our worst, dixit Lionel. I beat my daughter with the dog’s leash, I repeated. After an argument caused by her insolence, just as she was leaving the room I said, and don’t slam the door! She slammed it all the harder. I picked up the leash, which was lying around somewhere, caught her in the hall, and gave her a thrashing. I didn’t feel at all sorry or embarrassed, but rather a sort of relief. That child carries on a reign of terror in the house, she screams at us in this incredibly shrill voice. When Anne-Laure found out I’d whipped our daughter with the dog’s leash, she went mute and her features got all distorted. She makes faces like a character in the Yiddish theater to signify her contempt. It’s something new. Then she left the room and came back a few minutes later, resolutely silent in that punitive way women have, to display the cuts on the arm and back.
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