The last ten years of her live L. has spent it staring at the
ceiling. Embroidery magazines pile up around the bed. L. reads them
every morning
Today is
Friday. All the dogs are barking. I lie awake. Fear is all over me. I
knew they will come in the morning. When they arrived, I felt almost
relieved. Their boss comes to my room. He makes me open my nightie: a
good look, hey boss. I am ordered to turn around very slowly. After a
while we go outside. I am sitting on the table, legs apart. He bangs
his truncheon between them, and threaten to punish my brothers. We go
away into the night
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