The Interrogation

By Beverly Greene

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"Oh, we disagree. We think that it has everything to do with whether or not you are actually a lesbian."

The voice was now cold and meticulous. In only a few seconds, all emotion seemed to have been erased. I struggled to decide if that was a good sign or a reason to fear another physical assault.

"I don't understand what you mean. Am I here because I'm a lesbian? Is that what this is all about?"

The confusion was clear in my voice. My fear continued to fester just below the surface.

"Actually, you are here because you are NOT a lesbian."

"What? What do you mean that I'm not really a lesbian? How would you know?"

I was more confused than ever. This all seemed like some bad joke that had gone too far or a riddle that I had to solve before it would all end. The trouble was, I didn't have a fucking idea of what the hell was going on or what this woman dressed like a military assassin was saying. It was almost as if she were speaking a language that I had never heard.

"Again, did you or did you not date at least three men over a four year period?"

"Yes, I already said that that was true, but I still don't understand..."

But before the thought could be completed, another slap silenced me with pain. I moaned and dropped my head in fear of a repeat.

"So you admit to dating at least three men during a four year period? A simple 'yes' will be sufficient."

"Yes."

"So, you freely admit that you dated three men prior to announcing that you believed yourself to be a lesbian. Then, what makes you think that you truly are a lesbian?"

Fearing another close encounter with the leather glove, I licked the blood from my lip and formulated what I thought to be an appropriate reply.

"I am a lesbian because I love women."

"You 'love' women?? You 'LOVE' women? How can you say that you 'love' women when you dated men first? What, women weren't good enough for you then?"

Now I was more confused than ever. Was she accusing me of being a lesbian or of NOT being a lesbian? Why did she care? What the hell did any of this have to do with anything?

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