chapter3.3

7.

Why is it everytime I get the new person. I just want to pay for my beer and go home. But the damned cashier can't figure out the complicated system for ringing up lottery tickets. And what is with this idiot in front of me anyway? How many lottery tickets does this guy need? OK, he probably needs a lot. Oh come on. And 11 scratchers tickets. This guy is insane. Maybe if I start to scowl harder...ok got the scowl going. Perhaps I should go to the counter and say something. No...I'll wait here. But I'll scowl harder...ok.

10.

They caught her crying in the photo. A stranger, in the left corner of the picture, holding her slightly pregnant looking stomach and crying.

She had left the farm. Not her kind of work. But who was going to take care of the baby? How could she have this baby? Fathered by a monster, how could she let this child live? How could she kill it? She didn't want the baby. But she also didn't want to be dragged onto the back of a truck and raped by a pair of uncles. So she didn't always get what she wanted. And all she wanted after the rape was not to be pregnant. Revenge, justice, whatever, none of that mattered. Just so long as God made sure she wasn't pregnant. How could she raise a child, a deformed creature of incest, a child and a cousin. How? A camera flash warms the air, and she wipes the tears from her eyes and thinks about bloodlines.