“Did you hear what Gretta did?” confided
“No. What?” responded another.
The first leaned closer.
“She ate her children.”
“Yes. Every single last one of them. There
were seven this time.”
They were silent for a moment.
The first began chewing thoughtfully
on a piece of lettuce.
“Well, what did Bob say?”
The chewing stopped.
“You know Bob.”
She looked at the second with undisguised
“Same thing he said last time, and the time
before that. He said they were his children too,
and that if it happened again, he was going to
leave her. He never will.”
The second twitched her nose complacently.
“He never will.”
She began chewing her own piece of lettuce.
“The poor guy,” remarked the first.
She twiddled her whiskers, then shuffled
closer so she could murmur directly into the
“And you know what it is? It’s not that he
loves her. I truly believe he’s afraid of her.”
The second crouched silent, a shred of
lettuce dangling from her mouth.
“Yes, I honestly believe that’s it. He knows
the sort of thing she’s capable of. He’s been like
that ever since she ate his mother.”
Moral: Some unhappy families are unhappy
in really different ways.