“Mother! She’s doing it again. Make her stop!” he whines.
But of course, Mother does nothing; she never lifts a finger to help. Flies buzz around the unfinished dinner plates and he gathers them up in disgust.
“I just wanted it to be a nice family dinner, is that so much to ask for?” he calls from the kitchen. It’s not his fault they can’t just be civil.
He returns to the room in time to see a maggot fall from Mother’s eye socket onto Sister’s putrid hand. With a sigh, he turns out the light.
“We’ll try again tomorrow.”
Wow!
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