Daily Dialogue: Due to Infernal Dispensation

Estelle
You can tell a lot about a parent by which way their child faces, framed and photographed on a desk. Towards the parent means that their love is something private, something precious, something they use for support during the sad and angry times. Towards the other person suggests a pride, an arrogance, a need to show of the product of one night, nine months, a lifetime. You are a very arrogant mother.

Elena
Just tell me where my daughter is and take the money.

Estelle
In time.

Elena
Now!

Estelle
In. Time.

Elena
I have a gun.

Estelle
That you don’t have the gumption to use. Anyone with the urge to kill won’t warn the person. If they really have it in them, the murder touch, they’ll surprise the other with their intention. You may hurt me, sure, but you’ll never kill me, and the only thing I fear is death. You can take out your gun if it’ll make you feel better. I won’t mind.

Elena
Why are you doing this?

Estelle
Because of your arrogance.

Elena
Are you some sort of religious nut?

Estelle
No, no. Consider me a… concerned social scientist.

Elena
What the fuck does that mean? I’ll shoot you! I’ll fucking shoot you!

Estelle
Go ahead. The knees hurt the most. But if you wanna make a statement, you can shoot me in a breast. I’m not wearing a bra. My heart’s under the left one, so you might wanna avoid it. C’mon, it’ll be ironic. A mother shooting a woman in the place where milk comes from. I’d laugh.

Elena
You’re crazy. You are crazy!

Estelle
I am clear. Craziness insinuates that I don’t know right from wrong. I am very aware of those things.

Elena
Tell me where she is!

Estelle
This won’t do.

Elena
AAAAAAAAH!!

Estelle
That’s what it feels like to get shot in the knee. Don’t worry, I missed your artery, so it’ll just hurt a lot. You won’t die. Not yet.

Elena
Please… just give me back my baby… I won’t tell the police what you look like… I won’t tell them anything…

Estelle
I believe you. But this isn’t about people. It’s about arrogance. Tell you what: if you answer my questions truthfully, you can have your daughter. Ok?

Elena
Please…

Estelle
Ok?

Elena
Ok! Ok! I’ll play your damn game, ok?!

Estelle
Can a fetus speak?

Elena
Wh-what?

Estelle
Can a fetus speak?

Elena
N-no, of course not.

Estelle
Is a fetus psychic?

Elena
Why are you asking these stupid… No.

Estelle
So, there’s no way a fetus can convey its thoughts to you?

Elena
No.

Estelle
Then why did you get pregnant?

Elena
What?

Estelle
If a fetus can’t tell you that it wants to exist, why did you make it so?

Elena
Because we wanted a child.

Estelle
“We?”

Elena
My husband and I.

Estelle
What happens when people grow up?

Elena
You’re… They get jobs.

Estelle
And?

Elena
They get married.

Estelle
And?

Elena
They get old.

Estelle
And?

Elena
They die, damnit. Ok? They fucking die!

Estelle
You’ve been aware of this for a while?

Elena
Shut up.

Estelle
Don’t get defiant on me. I have your gun and your child.

Elena
All my life. I’ve known all my life.

Estelle
So, you wanted a child even though you knew you were sentencing it to a, potentially, long death. For no other reason than because you wanted one. Do you realize how fucked-up that is?

Elena
It’s human!

Estelle
Then humanity’s fucked-up! Guilty by complacency! Your daughter, when did you know that it was a girl?

Elena
My first ultrasound.

Estelle
How’s life been for you, as a woman?

Elena
Sunshine and rainbows, what do you want me to say?

Estelle
The truth.

Elena
It’s been like any other woman’s.

Estelle
Rife with sexism and such? You have a nice job, high-profile, it must be like keeping a bandage on a wound in a piranha tank. EVERYONE must be giving you a ton of grief. You probably have a shrink who’s trying to keep you from your fifth ulcer.

Elena
Ok, you’re right, you’re right, you’re right, you’re RIGHT.

Estelle
You must’ve known that any girl entering this world would grow up to at least what you’ve gone through. So, why’d you have her?

Elena
You’re sick.

Estelle
I think you need a mirror. I didn’t bring an innocent into this world to be beaten up by it and die because of my arrogance. That’s all you. The Chinese have the decency to kill their newborn daughters because they know how unwanted they are.

Elena
What turned you into this?

Estelle
The world, Elena. And everything in it.

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