Pierre le Valle
Yes, My Darling Daughter!
“Look. Phil, someone has to take Jane in hand soon or she'll be coming home one night pregnant!”
“Well, you're her mother-you do something.”
“What can I do-apart from telling her the facts of life? She knows about the birds and the bees-I saw to that. But this is different; she hangs around coffee bars with those leather-jacketed little spivs who are only after one thing when it comes to girls. How can I start telling her about how to prevent babies coming along? That would be almost sanctioning her going to bed with them.”
“They don't bother looking for a bed nowadays- straddle 'em across their bikes with their drawers off! Maybe that's why they have so many crack-ups-lose control when they shoot their loads!”
“Phil! Don't be horrible! You're taking this far too lightly-and you may be joking, but that's the worst thing that could happen.”
“Now you surely can't expect me to go into detail with her about what they expect her to let them do between her legs!”
“Oh, you're impossible! You don't help at all, do you? You should forbid her…”
“Forbid her to do what? Go out? She's going on sixteen, you know. What can I say to her? I don't know how girls of her age think. Tell you what-why don't you ask your lesbian friend?”
Suddenly, my heart was hammering wildly and I was immediately thrown on to the defensive. What had he meant by that?
“My-my lesbian friend? I haven't any…”