“You listen to me, and listen good you little slut, you will wear that skirt over those volley ball shorts.”
“No i won’t!”
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SLAPHT
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“NOW PUT IT ON .”
Rosalyn’s freshly rubied profile regained its resolve, and replied, “I said i WONT !”
“ANNETTE, don’t hit her again.”
“James, she’s a Pentecostal preacher’s daughter wearing shorts after she already cut all her hair.”
“Nettie God’s rule let him deal with it. She is sixteen that is a year older than you were when you had her. Let her decide.”
Rosalyn stared through the window, not grinning at her successful rebellion, but at the slithering winged monsters forming on the lawn.
“Those kind always come to reap the dead.” Her mind whispered as she walked in by her mother.
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“OH LORD ! CALL 911! ROSIE THERE IS A WRECK IN OUR FRONT YARD !”
Rosalyn talked to the operator without having seen the wreck or heard of the carnage, “Yes mam. Just now mam. A man and a baby mam. Oh, no need to rush they’ve already been purged of life .”