As soon as they found out that Father Ribisi was insured, they also found arsenic in his tea.
After deciding to leave the cabin, momma and poppa fighting, we drew lots and then drove east.
The city was magnificent but dull, something and nothing: people wore flashy coats but no smiles.
Leka was born on a wintry New York night under no moon but many stars.
That was the night pappa walked out with the bounty, plunging us into poverty.
Momma was having more and more drunk men over to tolerate lonely nights.
The farm was not doing as well as she thought it was.
She discovered that I was the one cutting up the roosters.
Church was the place for me; my family ditched me.
Embracing religion would be necessary to inculcate disciplining habits.
I had diarrhoea from drinking the holy water.
I was given morphine to be silenced.
The doctor groped me all over.
Wild electric shocks underneath skin.
Acidic taste on tongue.
Tincture of opium.
Golden bitch.
Laudanum.
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