No. I want you to come home. What is thi...

No. I want you to come home. What is this place, anyway? They make everything so nice. Why? So you forget? I can’t. I can’t. I want you to come home. I want you to stay out four nights a week bowling, and then come home so I can yell and not talk to you, you son of a bitch. I want to fight so you’ll take me to a movie and by the time I get you to take me I’m so upset I can’t enjoy the picture. I want to get up too early, too goddamn early, and I’ll let you know about it, too, because I have to make you breakfast, because you never, never once eat it, because you make me get up too early just to keep you company and talk to you, and it’s cold, and my back aches, and I got nothing to say to you and we never talk and it’s six-thirty in the morning, every morning, even Sunday morning and it’s all right…. It’s all right… it’s all right because I want to be there because you need me to be there because I want you to be there because I want you to come home.

Cristofer, Michael. The Shadow Box. Samuel French, Inc. New York, NY. 1987. p. 78.