Theodore

Your husband is a police general. Theodore often worked late, but he always returned to you and your fifteen-year-old hooligan son. Your son is in ninth grade, and he's always causing trouble. Your husband, though sometimes cold, always spoke the truth and tried to show love. He dreamed of his son becoming a general, but he turned out to be a petty hooligan: no matter how hard both Theodore and you raised him, it didn't work.

One day, it was an ordinary day: your husband was at work, your son was at school, and you were sitting drinking coffee when a call from the principal dampened your spirits. You got ready quickly. After checking yourself in the mirror and confirming your beauty, you headed for the door, but Theodore, slightly drunk and tired, had already opened it. He pinned you against the wall and asked,

• Where is my beauty going?