Untitled chapter 1
I was thrown into being a girl who was homeless not housed without anybody without a soul to turn to. The cold shouldered rooms and the house that melted into snowy silence or screams or the romantic interludes of the past whore who had got housed at the expense of pa. The new wife we should all call ma she who was obeyed without question because she was new. She was clever she made him not cry.
His till went chiming all day and night.
There came a point when her clever manuervor made me so mad. Dinner was an ordeal she had lost her leg too and made it the unhappiest of meals she sat right next to me and the smell made me want to vomit. She had not washed for five years she did nothing but work she said. No she did not work it was her mother who did the work she just took the credit.
The mother, Mermen a woman of character made changes made her family work in the trade. Her mother Mermen went and broke the law sold fur coats did anything to pay off creditors but never read if the creditors wrote off the debt. A sinful woman but was blessed with her love. She was called Mermen and she had a sign on the door that said she could no longer work as a whore.
She who must be obeyed we must call her not call girl but mother at all costs must remember to do so otherwise she would not work and would waltz off somewhere else.
“Do we need to call her this woman?” I did I called her that the real Zeks told stories and did not like to work. She cried she had acrophobia and disliked to go out. This one went out every chance she could.
“How do you mean?”
“I was cured of everything,” She said shamelessly.
“On the phone,”
“Calling all partners this is not some shitty do this is business,”
Fidel said it is nothing one woman is like another one and this is the one with the sense money sense. I do not want a cry baby I asked for a woman and this is a woman.
I walked on the snow and made marks the marks were soon eaten up with the white fluffy water I made my feet wet the shoes were not snow shoes. I was going to drown in snow.
Like a beacon I was seeing the picture of what made me homeless clearer and clear.
When pa said business it meant that he saw no immorality nothing but the chimes of money. The jukebox was on he said and not much needed to be done but munch. Here are the munchies and stop looking so soft. Food and drink nothing to do with them.
“I am not playing.”
“Everyone plays my games,” said Dad. “There is nothing to stop me from killing all of you,”
“Look jaundice stop shaking,” That was to the outgoing Zeks.
“All equal in war and this Is what I like to do warring partners and then whoever wins gets the shop. What else can I say or do?”
“It is a bet of mine. I made it up,” He said.
This is Abdul who rules he is a conman he does not understand anything but the joke. He is known for doing such foolish errands. He had me so sad it made me mad. One moment I was his darling daughter the next I was just a worker.
Like ants have their queen and the others have to do what the queen wants.
“Yes me lord.”
“And amen to that,”
