The Passage to Lusfield - 洛斯菲尔德之行(22)

I went down to the apartment and saw Michael Jr. and Rachel practicing sexual interactions. But then, my face started to squeeze out of place and the horror grew. I saw Rachel was wearing my wife's lingerie and my young son was in a middle of a national mission with his girlfriend, the latter in his mother's clothes. I couldn't resist the emotions. Michael Jr. was excited about his sex because he wanted to show his father how much he had learned from the Sex and Human Population Control Department; he then saw my face, which disappointed him, I supposed. He got up and asked me what was wrong. I couldn't answer anything else other than the truth, which gave him a long silence. He stood in the middle of the basement, and his tears started to come down.

He left and climbed up to the attic and saw the unchanged place, and such impulsion reminded him of what he used to cook and eat in this dark, damp space. His girlfriend didn't come up with him because she was trying to control her orgasm, so it was only me and Michael Jr. Michael looked pale, and just as he spoke, his tone became fragile and disbanded, which made him cease the talk. We both looked at the ground for some moments of silence.