Chapter 1
When they are babes they have such rage. Their rage is from their genes and come crawling inside them as if the sheer weight of behaving is too much for them. Their bubble has burst their mothers are really grandmothers as their mothers are out to work. They have to listen to others as they are unfed and they rage as they rage they bubble into spite and mischief.
Why because they are bad. Not intentionally they come from bad stock and their mothers having more of them makes it worse. You see they thought they were the only ones and now this other one comes demanding the same attention from a old and tiring grand. "Kick him into action."
"What shall I do?"
"Give him something to do?"
"Like what?"
"Paint maybe he is not a painter?"
"I do not know if he is not a painter than we had had it."
She makes me buy the stuff that would calm their nerves.
This is a raw deal. How many painting material should I buy for them?
Surely she can afford it after all the cars they have smashed.
"The vegetables haven't been sold yet and Dur is in some debt."
"Why?"
"He got caught."
Softly spoken and always political and then what makes us dislike each other?
She has more in common than with the siblings whom she loves like her own.
She eyes me as if I was a interloper an outsider. I am a fool to be robbed and they all in there robbing nesting and marking the day when I would lose it.
"Such a good man now he is drawing just like you." And she laughs.
The two year old he is highly pleased and I say do it that way round might be best.
"I do it my way."
And he does and it is much better than I thought it was. We were quiet together the child seemed to love painting.
"There you are."
"Here we go."
"Not much happens to them I fear I am a bore to him." Sighed his doting grandmother.
I am oddly concerned and do not know what to do. The child goes and hugs her. She is hugely delighted with him.
That is why we had to have another one this is not a bad one. He is not quite bad enough. No boss material just a mild mannered murderer to be. We have fared worse. There is always worse things happening to us all.
"We are mafia Cypriots and we destroy Cyprus if you come here again. We rather spoil the entire population than feed the likes of you a woman who disowned her caste and left to mate with a half wit."
Holidays are so interesting I thought.
I thought about having her seen to but the kettle and her obvious deviancy should satisfy me.
So we left on that holiday and spent time in the hotel.
