Father had said a little something, or probably a bit too much of a lot of things. Son gave off a high-pitched scream as if he were one of the native hens pecking out in the backyard. ‘You don’t know a damn thing about me, old man!’ He punched a wall several times, got it stained nice and red with his blood, and rushed out of the dining room. As Father …
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