[ WP ] Why ? Because it should n't be here . That 's why .

I do n't know if they did it on purpose, but I could n't look at them because they angled my chair toward the sun. 
 My father watched confusedly from his sitting chair behind me. Eventually he met what I assumed was my gaze. 
 `` Well?'' 
 My mother continued pacing across the tile floor in her high heels. Every click was louder than the clack that followed. In my head I pictured the cut-off oval shape on the bottom of her heel as its entire surface area pressed flat against the dirty porcelain, cracking tiny rocks and scattering them apart. 
 `` I-I'm sorry.'' 
 `` What are you sorry *for? *'' asked my father more softly than my mother's heels. 
 `` I'm... sorry.'' 
 Father pulled his hands behind his head, straightening his back before stooping to my level with his palms on his thighs. 
 `` What-What do you think you were doing?'' 
 *click-shatter, clack-shatter* 
 `` I was playing.'' 
 *click-shatter, clack-shatter* 
 `` What were you playing, huh?'' 
 *click-shatter, clack-shatter* 
 *click-shatter, clack-shatter* 
 `` I was just playing friends.'' 
 *click-shatter, clack-shatter* 
 `` Okay. We do n't play that, okay? Not with other boys, okay?'' 
 `` How come?'' 
 *click-clack, click, clack*. Into the kitchen. 
 `` We do n't play that game, okay? Just-'' 
 My father stood up again and looked at the crucifix on the wall. Not that it was n't already obvious, but that's where he looked. God bless him, he really did try. 
 `` I do n't know, son. I do n't know. But, we're not supposed to do that, okay? Can you just- Maybe when you're older we can-'' 
 Mother walked out of the kitchen, passed us, and went into my bedroom. Dad put his finger to his lips. 
 *'' God said that he does n't want us to do that with boys, okay? So we do n't. `` * 
 `` But you-'' Father replaced his finger to his lips. 
 *'' But mommy kisses you. How come she can, but I-'' * 
 Mommy walked out of my room carrying a cardboard box. She strode toward us with her *click-clack*ing the whole way. She stopped in front of dad and dropped the box in my lap. Inside were some of my clothes. 
 She looked at me long enough to take ten drags from ten cigarettes. 
 `` What's that for?'' asked dad. 
 `` There's a car coming in ten minutes. Take anything you might need.'' 
 Dad did n't even hesitate. `` Why?'' 
 

