The woman my stepfather left my mother for is now a Brazilian woman. She's a cross between the owner of a restaurant where I used to work at and Clarice Lispector. She is in the process of moving out of my father's house. We meander down to a Floridian beach looking for a hotel room. The woman slips into a garage and nestles her head up to the janitor. He jumps on her. I watch as she is gang raped by the entire hotel staff. I can't do anything to help. She's on top of a car, drunk out of her mind. Mascara runs down her beautifully aged cheeks. I put a towel around her shoulders.
