I managed to swallow what my father wished me to eat, successfully told him which additives were in which dish.My father was in a very expansive mood. He mistook my horrified fixation on the punishment going on before us for his own enthrallment. “More wine,” I said. There was a sheen of spattered sweat and the first spots of blood on the Presentation Platform. Then 2nd Amitzas clapped his
Published on April 13, 2009 20:22