May 11, 2008 12:50 pm; May 12, 2008 1:34 pm; May 13, 2008 12:28 pm
It was almost four in the morning six years ago.
They were all awakened by the sound of a pig being gutted.
They ran downstairs and saw me in the sala.
Joey came.
The old man came.
They asked, “What’s wrong?”
I wasn’t answering.
Dad quietly answered, “Probably remembered something she shouldn’t.”
I was too drunk and tired to get up, go outside, and talk to a tree.
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