The Interrogation

By Beverly Greene

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Finally, she stopped the dizzying circle that she had continued to make around me. I watched as she walked over to the silent observer and whispered something in her ear. I strained to hear what was being said, fearful that a decision about my life was being made but with no luck. After what seemed to be a lengthy report from the woman which I wondered why she needed as she had been in the room for almost the entire time, the stone like figure whispered something in return.

The woman returned and stood before me. Her comrade in terror continued to stand, motionless, emotionless, staring at me. No, staring through me as if I did not exist, as if I were a plate glass window in a museum or an old cathedral shielding her from the brilliant blue sky just beyond.

"Are you ashamed that you slept with men?"

"I....what?"

"Are you ashamed that you slept with men?"

"I don't....no, I guess not. No."

"Think about it carefully. With all that you know now, are you ashamed that you ever shared your body with a man? We are trying to give you an out here."

"An out? An out for what? I didn't do anything wrong."

"You don't think that having sex with men was wrong?"

"I don't think that I ever thought about whether it was right or wrong, but no, I don't guess that I do."

"You don't feel that you betrayed women, particularly the women that you shared your bed with?"

"No. It had nothing to do with them. I didn't even know them then."

"Are you currently in a relationship with a woman?"

"Yes, I am....Can I have a glass of water, please? I am very thirsty and it is making it very hard to continue answering your questions."

The woman walked across the room and into the darkness. With the ceiling lamp above still shinning endlessly into my eyes, I was unable to see where she was going or what she was doing, but I soon heard her footsteps returning and was delighted to see that she carried her one of her leather gloves a small glass of water.

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