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rd me, she might not have picked it up on purpose, but I could not see it as anything but a weapon.“What are you e spyin’ around here for? What are you e spyin’ around my house for? You better get out of here.” She started down the short hair was not bed, she was wearing a ragged print dress on her flat young violence seemed calculated, theatrical。you wanted to stay to watch it, as if it were a show, and yet there was no doubt, either, when she raised the stovelifter over her head, that she would crack it down on my skull if she felt like it—that is, if she felt the scene demanded wished I could take this scene back to tell at of Madeleine were being passes up and down the had annoyed her in the store and she had thrown a box of Kotex at Charlie Buckle.(Lucky she wasn’t holding a can of corn syrup!)Uncle Benny lived under a hailstorm of abuse, you could hear it from the road.“Got yourself a Tartar there, didn’t you, Benny?” people would say, and he would chuckle and nod, abashed, as if receiving a while he started telling stories had thrown the kettle through the window because there wasn’t any water in had taken the scissors and cut up his green suit, which he had only worn once, at his wedding。he didn’t not know what she had against had said she would set fire t