Sparking Ch 06
I ignored the many faces turned to me in rabid interest of the incredibly horrifying scene my mother — no not mother, but caretaker — made moments earlier. Shards of my life that never fit together finally made sense. I understood why they slept in separate rooms — Mary never could forgive him his indiscretion and sought to punish him. Every child has a sixth sense about the moods of the adults that make up their world — I always knew ‘Mother’ wasn’t to be bothered by any of my problems. I...