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And as she wrapped her little arms around me neck, I noticed that her hair had a smell like biscuits, and I wondered how much of that was the biscuits she be eating and how much of it just be the way she be smelling natural-like, like how some kids just be smelling sweet, like cookies. And I realized that’s probably why some parents be calling their kids “cookie,” because they be small and sweet, just like a cookie. In any case, it was time to commit murder.
And that is when I told him me big plan, which was that I was going to be raising the girl in a cool way so that she be ending up cool. And instead of making her follow rules like a landlubber, I was going to teach her to reject conformity and rebel against society and also to listen to cool bands.
Each night, I visited Lundy in the barn to tell her of my findings. I asked her if she ever got angry—about her poverty, and lack of opportunities, and the newly passed Invalid Daughter in a Barn Tax, which I imagined would hit her family particularly hard.
“I know that you don’t believe in yourself,” I said. “You’ve been raised to think you have no worth or value. But there’s something I want you to hear.” “What is it?” she asked in a small voice. “If you screw this up, everybody’s going to die.”
In order to teach the peasantry to “have more love for their king,” the king had decided to sentence them to death.
But gradually, with the help of time and opium, I thought of my wrongdoings less and less.
Over the course of the next few weeks, Clobbo began to suspect that his assistant, Kevin, didn’t fully respect him as a manager. He never did anything overtly insubordinate. But Clobbo had noticed certain subtle clues, like the way he rolled his eyes whenever Clobbo spoke to him, and sighed, and swore, and whispered, “Unbelievable.” Clobbo knew he was probably being paranoid, but he couldn’t help but feel insecure.
“Baboo do more now,” he said. “Now it Baboo time.”
Lauren never again interacted with the wolves that raised her, except when they came over for Thanksgiving.
“My point is: I know we weren’t great parents. We were young, and we were wolves, and we didn’t always know what we were doing.
