The Educators - Part 10

When Melania and Mingze are taken to their cell, they avoid speaking for several hours. They have lunch in silence, and spend the afternoon without exchanging a single word. In the evening, the guards bring them two big pieces of chocolate cake along with their dinner. Once again, they eat quietly. When Melania finishes her food, she realizes that Mingze has eaten her boiled fish and vegetables, but has not touched the cake.

-You should eat it. They’re not giving us much food, and we need the calories.

-I don’t want it.

-It was pretty good…

-It looks disgusting. When I want cake, my father buys me the best ones in China.

-Yes, honey, but right now, this is what we have… -says Melania-. Wanna hear something funny? My husband buys the most expensive cakes. When we’re in Washington, he has them sent by plane all the way from New York. And I never ate a single piece. Every time I saw them, I felt tempted, but I never once tried them, because I was too concerned about getting fat… And today, when I saw that piece of crappy industrial cake, I thought “Awesome! Extra calories! And it looks yummy!”. It’s amazing how quickly our points of view can change…

-I don’t care! You can have my cake, if you like it so much.

-I’m just saying that it would be good for you to eat it, even if just for nutrition.

-Let me be, you American witch! I know what you did before. You humiliated me in front of the cameras, because you knew that my father would be ashamed of me when he saw it. You did it on purpose, to make me bring dishonor to my family!

-Oh, baby, is that what you thought? That wasn't my intention, I promise. First of all, whatever disagreements your father and my husband have, I don't care. Politics are not my thing, okay? When I met Donald, he wasn’t even a politician. I didn't expect him to become President and make me the First Lady. I just married him because he was filthy rich and I like expensive things. Second, I’m not even American. I’m from Slovenia. Well, when I was born, it was Yugoslavia. A communist regime, by the way. Growing up, my school was all about Marxist indoctrination. Your dad would have loved it… Honey, I really couldn’t care less about who your father is. I was just trying to save us both from the cane. Did you see how bad the two duchesses got it?

-You didn’t need to spank me so hard and you know it, you old witch! If you think that I’m going to eat...

SLAP!

Before Mingze can finish the sentence, Melania smacks her hard across the face.

-Enough! Listen, young girl: it’s the third time you call me a witch, and it’s gonna be the last one, understood? Now, stop acting like a child, shut up and eat the damned cake!

Mingze looks at Melania, shocked, while she rubs her sore cheek. Without saying a word, she grabs the piece of cake and starts eating.