Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Scene 31


Sr. H: And did your mother believe you yet?

Sr. L: My mother? No.

Sr. H: Oh, dear!

Sr. L: Yes. The beatings became more intense. I even overheard my mother tell a stranger that she didn’t care if I was beaten to death, as long as I tell the truth. And my family blamed me for the poor crops that year. Because of the traffic, we weren’t able to plant anything at the Cova that year.

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