they, why? The button I repeated digging my fingernails into the plastic of the chair
and closing my eyes so as not to see the cold cylinder of light winking from one corner
of the ceiling what about the button? No, no it’s not the button I want it’s the bridge
the bridge. The bridge would take me far away from my mother the men roaches bricks
far far away. I’ll be able to laugh again and I’ll get a job during the day and study
at night I’ll be a manicurist because all of a sudden some man might fall in love
with me while I gave him a manicure. His fingernails ripping the elastic of my panties
and ripping the panties off and sticking his roachy-spidery finger into all the holes
he could find there were so many there in the construction remember? The thick-shelled
cockroaches were black and would stoop down just like people to get through the cracks.
They were smart those roaches but I was smarter and as I knew their tricks it was
easy to grab their mother by the wings and open the pan and throw her inside.Here, eat your soup with the big cockroach I said crying with fear as he shook Ma
by the hair and was about to shake me too, so drunk he couldn’t stand up. I’m hungry
he would yell breaking the furniture and Ma too because supper wasn’t ready and those
two tramps mother and daughter were lying around doing nothing. “The place for a whore
is in the street!” he would yell. In the street and not in the room the engineer had
let him use, just him. The roach opened its wings and started to swim firmly over
the pieces of collard green. The soup was boiling hot and to this day I don’t know
how it managed to swim with such style, an Olympic breaststroke, vupt, vupt, vupt
and it was almost climbing out of the pan with its wings dripping grease when I pushed
it to the bottom again. It grasped the spoon and got up to the surface and clasped
its hands together for the love of God I screamed no no! Why are you screaming that
way little girl. Don’t scream it can’t be hurting that much, just be patient, a little
bit more, quiet. Quiet. The soup is ready! I screamed and the drill motor turned on
because the black woman with the handkerchief was already knocking on the door I didn’t
even see her face but I guessed it was her. There. There, I thought crying from happiness
now he’ll let me go because the Negress knew his wife and he was scared of his wife.
He’ll let me go because the soup is ready with the swollen cockroach under the collard
greens. But he straightened the hair on his forehead and opening the door said very
calmly that he really couldn’t see her because the girl’s treatment was very complicated
and painful as well, hadn’t she heard a scream? She should come back tomorrow because
today he really wouldn’t be able to attend her. He understood ah yes indeed he understood
how much she was suffering because this infection really did hurt but today was impossible.
She should take some of these pills look here you can have this handful free and take
two now. If the pain continues, two more and then two more and so on. I heard the
clasp of her purse snap to put away the handful of envelopes that he took out of the
glass cupboard. Then her steps dying away. The gate opening. I wanted to hear her
steps in the street and only heard his steps behind the chair. He wore rubber-soled
shoes and the rubber would stick to the linoleum as if they were glued. He lowered
the chair. The little chain that held the napkin pinched my neck. The drop of dried
blood in one corner of the cloth. Quiet. Quiet, he repeated as he had done during
the treatment. You’re going to get a bridge. Don’t you want a bridge?
“Quick Max, I want a drink,” she asked clenching her hands into fists.
“Where’s your glass? Hanh? But what’s this, you don’t need to cry, why are you crying?
Don’t, love, or I’ll start to cry too.”
She
and closing my eyes so as not to see the cold cylinder of light winking from one corner
of the ceiling what about the button? No, no it’s not the button I want it’s the bridge
the bridge. The bridge would take me far away from my mother the men roaches bricks
far far away. I’ll be able to laugh again and I’ll get a job during the day and study
at night I’ll be a manicurist because all of a sudden some man might fall in love
with me while I gave him a manicure. His fingernails ripping the elastic of my panties
and ripping the panties off and sticking his roachy-spidery finger into all the holes
he could find there were so many there in the construction remember? The thick-shelled
cockroaches were black and would stoop down just like people to get through the cracks.
They were smart those roaches but I was smarter and as I knew their tricks it was
easy to grab their mother by the wings and open the pan and throw her inside.Here, eat your soup with the big cockroach I said crying with fear as he shook Ma
by the hair and was about to shake me too, so drunk he couldn’t stand up. I’m hungry
he would yell breaking the furniture and Ma too because supper wasn’t ready and those
two tramps mother and daughter were lying around doing nothing. “The place for a whore
is in the street!” he would yell. In the street and not in the room the engineer had
let him use, just him. The roach opened its wings and started to swim firmly over
the pieces of collard green. The soup was boiling hot and to this day I don’t know
how it managed to swim with such style, an Olympic breaststroke, vupt, vupt, vupt
and it was almost climbing out of the pan with its wings dripping grease when I pushed
it to the bottom again. It grasped the spoon and got up to the surface and clasped
its hands together for the love of God I screamed no no! Why are you screaming that
way little girl. Don’t scream it can’t be hurting that much, just be patient, a little
bit more, quiet. Quiet. The soup is ready! I screamed and the drill motor turned on
because the black woman with the handkerchief was already knocking on the door I didn’t
even see her face but I guessed it was her. There. There, I thought crying from happiness
now he’ll let me go because the Negress knew his wife and he was scared of his wife.
He’ll let me go because the soup is ready with the swollen cockroach under the collard
greens. But he straightened the hair on his forehead and opening the door said very
calmly that he really couldn’t see her because the girl’s treatment was very complicated
and painful as well, hadn’t she heard a scream? She should come back tomorrow because
today he really wouldn’t be able to attend her. He understood ah yes indeed he understood
how much she was suffering because this infection really did hurt but today was impossible.
She should take some of these pills look here you can have this handful free and take
two now. If the pain continues, two more and then two more and so on. I heard the
clasp of her purse snap to put away the handful of envelopes that he took out of the
glass cupboard. Then her steps dying away. The gate opening. I wanted to hear her
steps in the street and only heard his steps behind the chair. He wore rubber-soled
shoes and the rubber would stick to the linoleum as if they were glued. He lowered
the chair. The little chain that held the napkin pinched my neck. The drop of dried
blood in one corner of the cloth. Quiet. Quiet, he repeated as he had done during
the treatment. You’re going to get a bridge. Don’t you want a bridge?
“Quick Max, I want a drink,” she asked clenching her hands into fists.
“Where’s your glass? Hanh? But what’s this, you don’t need to cry, why are you crying?
Don’t, love, or I’ll start to cry too.”
She
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