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We were invited to file past and touch the wood for the last time. 'But why, Mona? You speak of your family as though it's a giant prison. I'll be up to give you another shot in an hour.             Sometimes when I was running on the grass or climbing the oak tree outside, down by the cemetery, I coul

’             'It matters to you what happens to me?’             'Of course,' he said. 'He's already in a rage that I burnt his books. I can best describe it as a mixture of urine, vomit and mildew. ’             I turned and looked at him and saw in his face a cold hard expression much as I'd often seen in him for the last few days.