He read Oedipus Rex. At night he dreamt of having sex with his mother. It was a normal part of adolescent development. He’d read that in a book at the library. When he was sixteen his parents asked at a Wendy’s if he understood how things worked. He said yes. We figured you’d read about it, they said. He was in the car with his father. There was a loud banging in the trunk. His father had kidnapped a woman. She was kicking to get out. His father was going to drop him off at soccer practice, take her to the woods, bash her head with a shovel, and bury the body. Should he say something? They prayed the rosary on their knees in front of an abortion clinic. Fucking cunts! A woman was leaning out her car window. Her friends joined in. Fucking cunts! Fucking cunts! Fucking cunts! Oedipus gouged his eyes out. He wandered blind. Masturbation makes you go blind. He read that in a British novel. He kept dreaming of his mother. He was the last child. All the others had grown. The neighbor girl was hospitalized for cutting herself. The girl had been sexually assaulted, his mother said in a low voice. By a family member, she said. She poured herself another glass of wine. Terrible, she said, taking a sip. Just terrible. He looked at the red lipstick on the wine glass. It was smeared on the rim. He didn’t understand: cutting herself. He picked up knife. He was alone in the house. He put the tip into his arm until he saw blood. He kept putting the tip into his arm until blood streamed down his arm. Janet, he said. Janet. That was his mother’s name. He woke up. His wife was still asleep. He got up and drank a glass of water. His daughters came into the kitchen. They led him to the book of photographs. That’s me when I was a little boy, he said. And that’s Uncle Paul and Aunt Teresa and Aunt Sarah and Uncle John and Uncle Tim and Aunt Claire and Aunt Anna. And that’s me when I graduated high school. And that’s mommy and me when we got married. She’s pretty, Clara says. What about me? I say. Am I pretty? No, Clara says. And that’s Nanna and Pop-Pop. Where are they? Madeline says. They went away to a different place. A happy place. I want to go, Madeline says. Someday you can, but not now. They lead him to mama. Time to get up! Time to get up! Mama, wake up! The girls cuddle with her. She kisses them. I had the strangest dream about my father, she says.