Janey Smith was ten years old, living with her father in Merida, the main city in the Yucatan. Janey and Mr Smith had been planning a big vacation for Janey in New York City in North America. Actually Mr Smith was trying to get rid of Janey so he could spend all his time with Sally, a twenty-one-year-old starlet who was still refusing to fuck him.

One night Mr Smith and Sally went out and knew her father and that woman were going to fuck. Janey was very also very pretty, but she was kind of weird-looking because one of her eyes was lopsided.

Janey tore up her father’s bed and shoved boards against the front door. When Mr Smith returned home, he asked Janey why she was acting like this.

Janey: You’re going to leave me. (She doesn’t know why she’s saying this.)

Father (dumbfounded but not denying it): Sally and I just slept together for the first time. How can I know anything?

Janey (in amazement. She didn’t believe what she had been saying was true. It was only out of petulance.): You ARE going to leave me. Oh no. No. That can’t be.

Father (also stunned): I never thought I was going to leave you. I was just fucking.

Janey (not at all calming herself down by listening to what he’s saying. He knows her energy rises sharply and crazy when she’s scared so he’s probably provoking this scene): You can’t leave me. You can’t. (Now in full hysteria.) I’ll… (Realizes she might be flying off the handle and creating the situation. Wants to hear his creation for a minute. Shivers with fear when she asks this.) Are you madly in love with her?