Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

When Lindsey went back to school in the fall of 1974, it was known that she had not only a murdered sister, but also a mad, insane, deranged father.The accusations against her father hurt her the most, because she knew it wasn't true. In the first few weeks of school, Lindsey and Samuel heard all kinds of rumors, which spread widely among the students and followed them like persistent vipers.The storm also spread to Brian.Nelson and Clarissa, who coincidentally happened to be in the same school as Lindsey, were inseparable, spreading the word about what had happened that night in the cornfields.They belittled my dad as a way to show how cool they were and to use the opportunity to become famous.

Ray and Ruth walked past the glass wall one day outside the open-air seating area with rows of fake stones, where bad students usually like to sit.Ray and Ruth saw Brian sitting on the fake rock and talking all over the place. That year, Brian changed from a nervous scarecrow to a valiant and high-spirited man in the eyes of everyone. Clarissa told him Loved and feared at the same time, finally slept with him.No matter how fickle life is, everyone I know seems to be growing up. Buckley went to kindergarten that year, and fell in love with his teacher, Miss Koike, as soon as he started school.Miss Koiko, who held his little hand tenderly as he took him to the bathroom or explained homework, was irresistible.Because of the teacher's doting, the younger brother got some privileges. Miss Koike often gave him an extra biscuit or a softer cushion, but this caused the younger brother to distance himself from the classmates in the class, and the children all alienated him.He was just an ordinary kid in a group of little kids, but my death made him special.

Samuel walked Lindsay home every day, then hitchhiked along the main road, thumbs up, to Hall's garage. Get up on motorcycles and trucks.After arriving at the destination, Hall will help the owner to check the car well. Samuel didn't come to our house for a while, and in fact, no one came in or out of our gates during that time, except for my family.Dad won't be able to walk around until October. The doctor said that his right foot will always be a little stiff, but if he exercises more and stretches his muscles and bones more, it shouldn't be a big problem. Except for stealing bases, everything else is fine. The surgeon finished the operation Tell Dad the next morning.When Dad woke up, he saw Lindsey sitting next to him, and Mom stood by the window gazing into the parking lot.

Buckley was favored by Miss Koike at school, and he was his father's little angel at home. He kept asking what an artificial knee was, and his father answered it kindly. The artificial knees are from outer space, Dad said: The spacemen brought back some pieces of the moon, and they broke them up into pieces to make things like artificial knees. Whoa, Barkley grins, can Knight take a look? Come on, Barkley, come on.Dad said, but the smile on his face was getting weaker and weaker. Buckley told his mother everything about the school, or what his father said, and he said to his mother: Dad's knee is made of moon debris, or: Miss Koike said that I draw very well, and my mother listened. Always nod.She knows what she's doing. She cuts carrots and celery into bite-sized pieces. She cleans thermoses and lunch boxes. Lindsay says she's too old to bring a lunch box to school. Mom uses a paper bag made of waxed paper. Bang Lynn suit sandwiches so my daughter's lunch doesn't ooze and stain her clothes.Although it is a trivial matter, my mother found that such trivial matters can actually make her happy.She washed and folded clothes on time as before, ironed clothes that should be ironed, and hung them on hangers if they should not be ironed; she knew what to pick up from the ground, what gadgets to find in the car, and what to put on the bed A wet towel, and she knew what it was pulling out of it.She still made the bed every morning, tucked the corners of the sheets, fluffed the pillows, straightened the soft toys on the bed, and opened the blinds to let in the light.

When Buckley called to find her mother, she always bribed herself in her heart and said: first concentrate on listening to Buckley, and then you can forget about this family for a while and think about Ryan. By November, Dad was walking with a toddler, or what he called a quick hop.When Barkley clamored to play together, he often twisted his body and danced in rather strange postures.But as long as it can make his son happy, he can do whatever he wants, and he doesn't care what his mother or others think.Everyone except Barkley knows I'm approaching the one-year anniversary of my death.

Autumn is getting stronger and the air is cold and fresh. Dad often plays with Buckley and Harold in the fenced backyard.Dad sat in an old iron chair, his feet stretched out in front of him, and he straddled a shoe polisher that my grandmother had bought at an antique store in Maryland. Buckley threw the squeaky toy cow into the air, and Harleigh ran over to pick it up. Harleigh knocked Buckley to the ground. He put his nose against the little master and licked it with his pink tongue. Buckley was overjoyed with the little master's face.Seeing the energetic appearance of the five-year-old son, the father is also happy in his heart.But there is still a shadow in his heart, the lively little boy in front of him might be taken away from him.

Due to various factors, Dad took a long vacation to stay at home. Although the leg injury was one of the reasons, it was not the main factor.His boss and colleagues treat him differently, and everyone wanders outside his office in fear, and dare not get too close to his desk.Colleagues seem to think that the murder of their daughter is an infectious disease, and everyone seems to think that if they relax, the same tragedy will happen to them, so everyone avoids their father in fear.No one knows how Dad copes with this tragedy, but at the same time, they don't want to see Dad's sadness. Everyone hopes that Dad will store the pain in a filing cabinet, put it in a corner where no one can see it, and never want it. Open.He often called back to the office, and every time he said he would like to ask for a few more days off, the boss always readily agreed, and the boss even said that if necessary, it would be fine to ask for an extra week, or even a month.Dad thought it was because he went to work on time on weekdays and didn't mind working overtime, so the boss was so straightforward.During his convalescent days at home, he avoided Mr. Harvey and forced himself not to think about him.He never mentioned Mr. Harvey again, except in his notebook.He hid the notebook in the study, and surprisingly, without saying anything, Mom agreed not to clean the study again.He apologized to me in his notebook: Honey, I need to rest for a while, I have to figure out how to track it down, I hope you can understand.

He decided to go to work on December 2, after Thanksgiving.He was going back to work before the one-year anniversary of my death, and the office was the most public place he could think of. When he went back to work, everyone knew he was back to normal. But if he had the courage to face himself, he'd know it was just an excuse.As soon as he goes back to work, he doesn't have to face his mother, which is the real reason why he wants to go to work on vacation. How to restore the old one?How to make her tempted again?She seemed more and more detached, she put all her energy into the housework, but he kept everything in his heart.In the end he decided to concentrate on recuperating, while trying to find a way to deal with Mr. Harvey.Maybe it's not just me that he lost, but it's easier to blame others than to think about what he lost.

Grandma is scheduled to visit on Thanksgiving, and Linxi has been following her grandmother’s instructions in her letter for maintenance. Grandma said that putting cucumber slices on the eye area can eliminate puffy eyes, and applying oatmeal on the face can cleanse the skin. Hair pores, help absorb excess oil, wash hair with egg yolk, hair will be more shiny.When Lindsay used these things for beauty for the first time, she felt a little stupid, and her mother laughed when she saw it, but then wondered whether she should also do some maintenance.The thought flashed in her mind because she thought of Ryan, but the reason she thought of him was not because she fell in love with him, but because being with him made her forget about other things.

Two weeks before Grandma's visit, Buckley and Dad were playing with Halliday in the backyard. Buckley and Halliday were playing hide-and-seek in piles of dry leaves. Buckley, be careful, Dad said: You'll mess with Brother Harleigh has to bite someone.It turned out to be the case. Dad said he wanted to try a new game. Let's try to see if you, an old father, can carry you on your back. After a while, you will be too heavy. In this way, Dad made a clumsy gesture.In the corner of the backyard, there are only him, little brother and Haledi, even if he falls down, he will only see these two family members who love him.He and his younger brother worked hard together, and both of them wanted to relive the ordinary joy of father and son.Buckley stood on the iron chair, and his father said, "Okay, climb on my back." Dad squatted forward, and then said, "Grab my shoulders."He wasn't sure if he could memorize his little brother. I watched with bated breath in heaven, crossed my index and middle fingers, and prayed for him secretly.Dad became my hero in the cornfield. At this time, he risked the injury to relapse, just to let the little brother know that everything is still the same as before. Dad has worked hard, and I admire it even more.

Keep your head down, well, lower your head a little more.Dad warned the younger brother as he walked, and the father and son marched forward triumphantly.They walked through the hallway and continued up to the second floor. Dad kept his balance carefully. He felt a sharp pain every time he stepped on a step. Hallidi followed behind. is worth it. As soon as the father and son and the puppy went upstairs, they found Linxi in the bathroom. Linxi complained loudly as soon as she saw them. dad! Dad stood up straight, and Buckley reached out to touch the ceiling light. what are you doing what do you think i'm doing She was sitting on the toilet seat with a big white bath towel wrapped around her (they were bleached by mom, hung on the clothesline to dry, folded, put in the laundry hamper, and taken upstairs to the towel closet inside).She straddles the edge of the tub with her left leg, covered in shaving cream, and holds Dad's razor in her right hand. Don't speak in such an arrogant tone.Dad said. Sorry, Lindsay said, looking down: I just want a little privacy. Papa lifts Buckley, lifts him over his head, sink, Buckley, step on the sink, Pa said.Buckley knew that he was usually not allowed to step on the sink, but now his father asked him to step on it, and he was very excited that his muddy feet would definitely stain the tiles of the sink. OK, jump off.The younger brother complied, and Harleigh ran and danced around him. Sweetheart, you are too young to shave your legs.Dad said. Grandma started shaving her legs when she was eleven years old. Buckley, go back to your room and take the dog with you, will you?I'm going to be here for a while. OK, Dad. Buckley is still young, as long as the father is patient and tricks, the younger brother is willing to sit on his back, and the two can play like a normal father and son.But Dad looked at Lindsay with pain in his heart.He seemed to see me, who was learning to speak, being hugged and washed by an adult, but time stopped there, and I would never have the chance to do what my sister was planning to do now. After Buckley left, Dad turned his attention to Linxi. Both daughters were equally important to him, and he must take good care of the only remaining daughter.You know to be careful, right?he asked. I was just about to do it when Lindsey said, "Dad, let me do it myself." Is the blade of the razor in your hand old? yes. Well, that blade was blunted by my beard, I'll replace it with a new one for you. thanks, dad.Lindsay said she was suddenly his beloved little girl on his back again. He left the bathroom, walked down the corridor, and walked to the master bedroom on the other side of the second floor. He and his mother still shared the bathroom, but they no longer slept in the same room.He reached into the cabinet to take out a pack of new razor blades, and suddenly a thought flashed through him: Abigail should be the one teaching his daughter to shave her legs. Concentrate on doing this favor for your daughter. He returned to the bathroom with the razor and showed Lindsay how to change the blade and use the razor.Pay special attention around the ankles and knees, he says: Your mother used to say it was a danger zone. If you want to stay and watch, please.She said she didn't mind him staying now. But I might have made myself bloody, as soon as I said that, she immediately regretted it, and really wanted to punch herself hard, Dad, I’m sorry, she said: I’ll move away a little, come on, you sit here. She got up and sat on the edge of the tub, turned on the faucet, and filled the tub with water, and Dad bent over and sat on the toilet lid. It's okay, baby, he said: We haven't talked about your sister in a while. Who needs to talk about her?She said: She is everywhere even if you don’t say it. Your little brother looks fine. He is very attached to you. yes.He said he found he liked hearing Lindsey say that and was relieved that pleasing his son was clearly working. Alas, Lindsay yelled, a bloodstain suddenly oozes from the white shaving cream foam, this is really troublesome. Press the wound with your thumb, and the bleeding will stop immediately.Just shave your calves, Dad suggested: Unless we're going to the beach, your mother only shaves up to the knees. Linxi paused and said doubtfully: You never go to the beach. We used to go often. My father met my mother when he was working during the summer vacation in college. My father was very dissatisfied with the smoky staff rest area. As soon as he made some nasty comments, my mother smiled and took out a pack of cigarettes. At that time, she still smoked a pack of cigarettes a day. habit.Okay, I said the wrong thing, it's over now, he said, although her cigarettes made him smell of smoke, but he still stayed by her side. I often think about who I am more like recently, Linxi said: like grandma, or like mother? I think you and your sister are more like my mother.He said. dad? What's wrong? Do you still believe that Mr. Harvey was involved? One match finally sparked with another match!It seems that Dad finally has a friend. I'm sure he definitely had something to do with it, honey, I'm 100 percent sure. That being the case, why didn't Ryan arrest him? She fumbled upwards with the razor, and when she was done shaving the leg, she stopped and waited for Dad to speak. Well, how should I say it?He sighed and poured out words, never explaining carefully to anyone why he doubted George.Harvey, I met him in the backyard of his house the other day. We built a tent together. He said the tent was built for his wife. I thought his wife was called Sophie, but Ryan remembered Leah.He was behaving rather oddly, so I was sure there must be something wrong with him. Everyone thought he was a weirdo. Yes, I know, too, he said: but no one has anything to do with him, they don't know if he's lying on purpose. Deliberately cheating? Pretending to be innocent. Halle didn't like him either.Lindsey added. Completely correct!I've never seen Harleigh bark so fiercely, and that morning, the hair on his back stood on end. But the police think you're crazy. They can only say that there is no evidence.I'm sorry, let me speak directly. Without evidence and corpses, they can't act rashly. There must be a basis for arresting people. What kind of basis? I guess the police have to find a connection between him and Suzie, like someone saw him wandering around the cornfields or around the school or something like that. Or, does he have Suzie's stuff at home?Dad and Lindsey got more and more excited as they talked. Her other leg was covered in shaving cream, but she didn't care about it.They felt that I must be in a corner of Harvey's house, and the two had a common topic, and the discussion became more vigorous.My body could be in the basement, on the first floor, on the second floor, or in the attic, though they didn't want to think about such a horrible thing, but if the body was really in George.Harvey's family, that will be the best evidence, and Mr. Harvey's lies will be exposed.Even so, my father and sister were reluctant to think too much about it. They turned to discuss the clothes I was wearing and the small things I carried with me. They remembered that I brought my favorite eraser and that David was not in the backpack.Cassidy's badge and David are pinned to the outside of the backpack.Bowie badge.They listed in detail the accessories I wore, not knowing that the most direct evidence they could find was my body parts, my hollow and rotting eyes. Alas, my eyes.Even with her grandmother helping her with makeup, Lindsay still had the same problem: Everyone saw me in her eyes.Sometimes she saw her own eyes in the mirror of the girl next to her, or inadvertently reflected in the street window, and she always looked away quickly.It was even harder when she was with Daddy, who knew that when it came to talking about me, whether it was Mr. Harvey, my clothes, my backpack, my dead body, or even just my name, Daddy was always careful not to put Lindsay and I get mixed up, Lyndsey is Lindsey, not me, but the more careful he is, the more uncomfortable Lindsey gets. So, you want to visit his house?she says. They stared at each other, and both knew the idea was dangerous.He hesitated for a while, and finally said that it was illegal to break into someone's house, and he never intended to do it, but my sister knew that Dad was not telling the truth, and she knew that Dad needed someone to do it for him. Honey, it's time for you to shave your other leg. She nodded, turned around and continued shaving her legs, which she already knew how to do. Grandma arrived home on Thanksgiving Monday, as observant as ever, checking Lindsey for pimples as soon as she entered.She noticed that there seemed to be something hidden behind her mother's quiet smile, and she also noticed that her mother's demeanor was different every time Detective Fenemont was mentioned. After dinner that night, grandma saw that her mother declined her father's help to clean up. With keen observation, grandma immediately knew that her guess was right.Grandma immediately announced that she was going to help mom wash the dishes, and everyone was shocked by her firm tone. Lindsay felt relieved that she didn't need to help now. Abigail, let me help you, let's do things together, mother and daughter. What are you talking about? Mom had planned to send Lindsey off early so she could stand at the sink and clean up by herself.She can stand alone in front of the window in a daze until the night falls and her own shadow appears in front of the window. At that time, the sound of the TV in the living room will gradually become silent, and she will be left alone downstairs. I just got my nails done yesterday, and while my grandmother tied the apron on the beige one-piece dress, she said to my mother: So you wash and I scrub. Mom, really, you don't have to help me. Believe me, sweetheart, I will definitely help you.Grandma said, her tone seemed a bit serious. Buckley took his father's hand, and the two walked to the room next to the kitchen to watch TV, while Lindsay, who was temporarily free, went upstairs to call Samuel. Granny looks really weird in her apron, with a dish towel in her hand, looking like a bullfighter with a red flag, waiting for the dishes to rush at her. Mother stretched her hands into the hot water, splashing bursts of water. In the kitchen, there was only the sound of washing dishes and the collision of dishes. Grandma and mother worked in silence, and the tense atmosphere seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.The noise from the football broadcast in the next room was even more strange to me.Dad only likes basketball and never watches football broadcasts. Grandma only eats frozen or take-out food and never does the dishes. Everyone seems to be out of order tonight. Oh, my God, grandma said, take this dish, she handed the freshly washed dishes to mother, I want to talk to you, but I'm afraid of breaking the dishes, come on, let's go for a walk. mom i have to You must go for a walk. Let's go after washing the dishes. Listen carefully, grandma said: I know I am me, you are you, you don't want to be like me, as long as you are happy, I don't care.But I am a discerning person, some things can be understood at a glance, I know you have something to hide from me, and it is not a good thing, do you understand what I mean? Mom's expression was unpredictable, as if she might change her face at any time. Her face was reflected in the foam in the sink, and the expression on her face was also floating like foam. What do you mean by that? I vaguely feel that something is wrong, but I don't want to talk about it here. That's enough, Grandma, I thought.I have never seen my grandmother so nervous. It's not hard for mom and grandma to find a reason to go for a walk alone. Dad has a knee injury and would never want to go out with them. Besides, Buckley follows wherever dad goes these days, so dad won't go, Buckley Will not follow. Mom didn't say a word, she knew she had to do it.The two thought for a while, went to the garage, took off the apron, and put the apron on the roof of the car. Mom bent down and opened the garage door. It was still early, and it was still dark when they went out, so we can take Haledi for a walk.Mom suggested. No, we, mother and daughter, will be fine. Grandma said: "It's scary to think of the two of us going out for a walk together, isn't it?" Mom and grandma never kissed each other. Although neither of them wanted to admit it, they knew it very well and sometimes even joked about it.It was as if they were the only children in a large community, and although they didn't like each other very much, they had to play with each other because there were no other children in the community.In the past, my mother was always moving towards her own goal, and my grandmother had no intention of catching up. Now my grandmother finds that she must catch up. When they passed Otrell's house and were about to reach Tarkin's house, grandma said something that had been on her mind for a long time. I can take it easy, so I accepted that your father had an affair. Grandma said: Your father has a woman in New Hampshire, and the two have been going on for a long time.Her initials were F, and I never knew what it stood for.Over the years, I've thought of thousands of ways to explain what the F stands for. mom? Grandma didn't turn around and kept walking.She felt that the cold autumn air was refreshing, at least she felt much better than a few minutes ago. Do you know about your dad? have no idea. I don't think I mentioned it to you. Grandma said: I didn't think it was necessary to tell you before, but now it's time. Don't you think it's better to know? I'm not sure why you're telling me. When they came to the corner, they could walk back to the house, and if they continued forward, they would come to Mr. Harvey's house. Suddenly, their mother stood there blankly. My poor little baby, said grandma: Come, give me your hand. They all find it strange that grandpa and grandma don't often make out with children, and mother can count with her fingers how many times grandpa bent down to kiss her when she was a child. I searched and searched for years, but my mother still couldn't find out which kind of cologne it was.Grandma took mother's hand, and the two walked in the other direction. They walked to the other end of the community, where more and more residents seemed to be moving in. The newly built houses stretched along the main road, like anchors leading the whole community to the old streets before. Therefore, I remember my mother put the houses here It's called an anchor house.Walk down the Anchor House to Forge Historic State Park, which houses the Revolutionary War site. Susie's death reminds me of your dad, says grandma: I never allowed myself to mourn him well. I know.Mom said. do you hate me for this Mom paused for a moment and said: Yes. Grandma patted the back of mother's hand with the other hand and said: "Look, you can get the treasure just by talking." Got the treasure? We talked and spoke the truth.You and I, our mother and daughter speak so frankly, isn't the truth as precious as a treasure? They passed some one-acre land with many trees planted. Twenty years ago, men in this area took tools and leveled the land and planted saplings. Yun Xiao is also twice as tall as before. You know I feel so alone all the time?Mom asked grandma. That's why we need to get out and about.Grandma said. Mother concentrated on looking at the road in front of her. She held grandma's hand tightly with one hand, and mother and daughter held hands tightly.She thought of her lonely childhood, and also thought of her two daughters who tied the paper cups together with long strings, walked back to her room with the cups, and then whispered into the cups. Why do people talk so happily.When I was young, apart from her, there were only her and my grandparents in the family, and my grandpa passed away later. She looked up at the tops of the trees. The forest stands on a small hill. There is no building higher than these trees for miles around. The terrain around the forest is messy and has never been organized for building. Only a few old farmers still live here. . I can't describe the feeling in my heart, my mother said: I can't tell anyone. They walked to the end of the community, the sun was setting gradually, and the afterglow shone on the small hill in front of them.They stood there for a while, neither of them turned around, and Mom watched the last ray of sunlight disappear at the end of the road. I don't know what to do, she said: now it's all over. Grandma wasn't quite sure what all that meant, but she didn't push her further. Should we go back?Grandma suggested. Where to go?Mom said. Come home, Abigail, we should go back. They turned around and walked back. There were many houses on both sides of the road, and every house looked the same. The difference could only be distinguished by the decoration on the door.Grandma would never understand such a neighborhood, or why her daughter chose to live in such a place. When I got to the corner, my mother said: I want to keep going. Are you going to his house? That's right. Mom turned around, and I saw grandma turn around too. Can you promise me not to meet that man again?asked grandmother. which man? The man you were involved with.I talked about it for a long time, and it was just this thing. I'm not involved with anyone.Mom said her mind was racing like a bird flying from roof to roof, Mom?She turned around as she spoke. Abigail? If I want to be away for a while, can I borrow Dad's cabin? Did you listen to me? They smelled something in the air, and once again Mom's tense, rambling thoughts were disturbed. Someone was smoking, she said. Grandma looked at her daughter, the normal, down-to-earth girl of the past, gone, and the mother looking so capricious and restless, Granny knew she had nothing to say. Well, it smells like foreign cigarettes, Mom said: let's go see who's smoking. It was getting darker and darker, grandma stared into the distance silently, while mother followed the smell of smoke. I want to go back.Grandma said. But Mom kept going. She soon discovered that the smell of smoke came from the Singer family, Luana.Singer stood smoking a cigarette under a big tree in his backyard. Hello.Mom says hello. Luanna didn't respond right away like most people, she was used to keeping calm, whether it was the police accusing her son of being a murderer, or her husband treating tonight's dinner as a departmental meeting, she still remained calm.She had told her son earlier that he could go upstairs, and had slipped out the back door herself, as if no one had noticed that she had left the dinner. Mrs. Shamon, Luana said, taking a puff of a strong cigarette. In the smoke of the cigarette, Luana shook hands with her mother. It's a pleasure to meet you. Is your family inviting someone to dinner tonight?Mom said. My husband invited a few colleagues over to have a chat, and I was in charge of hospitality. Mom smiled. We both live in an inexplicable place, don't we?Luana asked. Their eyes met, and Mom nodded with a smile.Somewhere on the main road, her own mother was on her way home, but at this moment, she and Luana were far away from everyone, as if they were on a quiet island. Do you still have cigarettes? Of course, Mrs. Shamon, of course, Luana fumbled in the pocket of her black gown, found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, Dunhills, she said: I hope you are used to smoking. Mom lit the cigarette and handed back the blue gold case to Luana, Abigail, and she took a drag and said, Please call me Abigail. Upstairs in the dark room, Ray could smell his mother's cigarettes, and Luana didn't mind her son stealing hers, and Ray didn't say that his mother smoked.Downstairs, he heard his father and colleagues arguing loudly in six languages, mocking the coming Thanksgiving and gleefully criticizing how American it was. He didn't know that my mom and his mom were standing on the back lawn, or that I was watching him sitting by the window sniffing the sweet smell of tobacco outside.After a while, he turned away from the window, turned on the small lamp beside the bed and began to read. The teacher asked everyone to find a sonnet to write a report. But certain moments from the past keep reappearing.He wished he could go back and do it all over again, if he had kissed me on the scaffolding in the auditorium, maybe things wouldn't have been the same. Grandma continued to move in the direction mother said, and finally saw the house that everyone wanted to forget.She looked at the green house not far from her home, and thought that Jack was right. The house gave off an evil atmosphere in the dark, which made her shudder.She heard the crickets and saw a group of fireflies gathering in the flower bed in front of the man's door.Suddenly, she felt that she could do nothing but sympathize with her daughter.Her daughter encountered such a tragedy, even though her own husband had an affair, she still didn't know how to help her daughter.She decided to tell her mother tomorrow morning that she would always be able to borrow Grandpa's cabin if needed. That night, my mother had a dream that she thought was very wonderful.She dreamed of an India she had never been to, where there were orange traffic cones and all kinds of beautiful insects with azure bodies and bright gold mandibles.A young girl was paraded through the streets. The wounded girl was carried to a platform of wooden sticks to be cremated.The raging fire engulfed the young girl, and in the bright light of the fire, the mother felt light and joyful like riding on a cloud.Although the girl was burned alive, at least she had a complete and clean body.