Cinderella tired of her Knight too soon, she dreamed of a Prince
in a palace gleaming, a castle fortress - but here was she stuck
in a house with rules - frightful, bane of her revelling delight,
she gets her car and fuel, food and cigarettes free while her
overdue credit cards are paid - she relaxes languidly, but the
Knight has rules in his Keep, no messing it like a pigsty, no
messing in the car
This is too much - she’s even expected to find a job; absolutely
awful, Cinderella is NOT supposed to work, she must receive
jewelry to look beautiful - entice her prince and drive anywhere to
partake of fun, find her James Bond and be loved until the thrill is
gone and new romance calls on the horizon, Cinderella waited
until the Knight paid all her overdrafts, debts and medical fund
and insurance – then coolly told him: Your House Rules limit
My free spirit, you are too mean to give me more ready cash -
especially money for cigarettes, how am I supposed to live if I
can’t go to casinos everyday and mix with spies and the like in
glamorous settings, I’m bored and you complain too much, you
should work harder & give me more to spend, I dislike your
requirement that we should live modestly and keep everything
tidy, I’m unhappy - my son lost his mind and handwriting - and
it is not due to my hysterical outburst about debt
It is all because of your not serving us like a slave and providing
in a better way - and you don’t give us freedom to do our thing,
we live like working-class people, I want more than this, I dislike
the one car idea, you must offer me twenty like my dad did for my
mom, you are much too unsophisticated for the likes of me, I am
coarse when I talk, but there is a Princess within…
[The role of Cinderella in this scene is not played by me but a
lovely, kind lady who lacks the rational faculty to make her sums
and realise there are no Princes, only Knights who keep their
beloved safe IF she sticks with him, if she tries to steal his pos-
sessions, the Bluebeard living within every man awakens and
threatens restitution and revenge; hope she will learn to accept
the consequences of her refusal to take responsibility for her life]
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