“Oh no . . . No, No . . . You just tell him, I mean, my God! I’ve already got Liza here, that’s enough of a problem, isn’t it! I mean I’ve already gone through it with him, that’s just . . . Really! Like the water in the bathroom, he turns the water off in the bathroom, you go in to wash your hands and there’s no water, there’s no water in the toilet, he’s turned it off with that little knob under the sink, or he takes a drawing and tears it in half, saying, So what, what difference does it make, it doesn’t make any difference, all kinds of trips like that, some I can’t even mention! My God! No . . . No one wants him here! I mean, I don’t even know how to say this, a thing like this shouldn’t even be said, but he laid this big trip on me about me being gay . . . Yes! I mean, I’ve had that happen before and hold it right there! . . . Right! He actually got out of his clothes, for God’s sakes! And said, C’mon, do it to me. You’re gay, aren’t you? Sure you are! I had to practically demand that he stop! Don’t do this, I said, this could be a very embarrassing thing! Very embarrassing! He had his pants dropped down right there on the floor, begging me for it! Pleading with me! I told him, You put those right back on! I mean, my God! . . . Yes! That’s true! Really! I mean, it’s not for me that I feel embarrassed, it’s for him! I don’t ever want to see him. No! Not ever! Not even walking by on the street! . . . Really!”