Ofelia F. (liamirel) reviewed on 9/11/2006 + 75 more book reviews

Righteous anger....innocent fear...because the grandmother's wrath had not yet materialized, Chris and I had grown careless. We were not always modest in the bedroom. It was difficult to live, day in, day out, and always keep the intimate places of our bodies secret from the other sex. And to be perfectly honest, none of us cared very much who saw what. We should have cared. We should have been careful. We should have kept the memory of Momma's bloody welted back sharply before us, and never, never have forgotten. A key turned in the door lock. Swiftly I tried to put the dress over my head and pull it down before she came in. But she had seen me naked; it was those glittering, gray stone eyes. "So!" the grandmother spat, "I have caught you at last....Sinners! You think you look pretty? You think those new young curves are attractive? You like that long golden hair that you brush and curl?" She smiled then. The most frightening smile I ever saw....

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