37 - Mathematics versus Geography

Father has me by the ankle. My hair and jewellery hang down over my face. He turns me in his hand, so I spin and he can see me from all sides. I raise one of my dangling arms to claw my hair off my face. He pokes me with his finger and I swing. All I can do is squeak. He laughs and all I can see is the massive wet red cavern ringed around with sharp ivory grave slabs. His breath is hot,