A lecture, a beating, a night in the hell shed—the makeshift hades on earth my parents have set up over the years to keep Genevieve and me on the right path. Twenty-four hours in a hot, dark, dank, windowless four-by-six space with nothing but a single bottle of water and a five-gallon bucket should I need to relieve myself . . . though I try not to unless I can’t help it.
Damn! You never really know what’s going on in peoples lives. It’s sad people like this get blessed with kids just to abuse them.
