I had a bath, and then
sat down to die on the first of September of 1972. The street
deserted, the hideous heat wilting everything in sight. Aunt L.
dances in the hall. We are going to be rich. No more cheap meat and
food made of scraps. No more early mornings and begging for a job.
You see, we used to be a principled family, going to church, praying
to the Virgin every week for a miracle. Working hard, studying to
make something of ourselves, just to go nowhere. We are fed up.
Father came to the
solution: I am a redhead, slim and young, a virgin to boot - The
family is tight knitted, and I love them all. Our Leader favours
redhead virgins. Need I say more?
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