He felt at a loss, not knowing what to say. He had not thought that it had been like that, for Lasha. It was difficult to understand, how love could twist and turn and become something else. Given Lasha's mother and Taras' father, it seemed parental love was as fucked up as any other.
"All right," he said. "I can't tell you different because I wasn't there."
Taras let out a quiet sigh, and rubbed his thick forehead.
"But I was there when you were talking about her last night. And it wasn't bad. You didn't understand it...but the things she said and did were nice."
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He felt at a loss, not knowing what to say. He had not thought that it had been like that, for Lasha. It was difficult to understand, how love could twist and turn and become something else. Given Lasha's mother and Taras' father, it seemed parental love was as fucked up as any other.
"All right," he said. "I can't tell you different because I wasn't there."
Taras let out a quiet sigh, and rubbed his thick forehead.
"But I was there when you were talking about her last night. And it wasn't bad. You didn't understand it...but the things she said and did were nice."
He looked up then.
"Do you hate her?" he asked, quietly.