April 8, 2015

“Mother made dinner. It was the bloodiest meal served in the house. The chicken was raw and stuffed within an underdone roast beef. Red drippings splattered the linoleum flooring. We tiptoed through the puddles. When we sat at the table, our chairs were all wet with roast beef juice. Mother did not think there was anything wrong with the spillage. She said juice was simply a part of the meat. Mother cut the chicken-beef thing and we watched the pink spill out.”

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