Her eyes seemed vacant.“Girl you brought in still has some fight left in her,“ Everett said. “The other one’s been there since about noon, and...she’s made it to the point she knows this isn’t a bad dream.”I looked at the first girl, and saw that while she was pretty, she was probably younger than Pam, who was sixteen. “What’s her name?” I asked.Everett looked at me oddly. “They don’t have names, except whatever you wanna call ‘em. The first thing we have to do here is de-humanize them, so. Daddy sat on the chair by the vanity and watched Little One sleep. The soft night light from the window gave the barest outline of her face. Little One lie on her side with her hands curled under her chin in mock prayer. This is what a sleeping angel looks like, thought Daddy. I have an angel, sleeping in my house. Daddy smiled in the dark. How does one care for and feed an angel? What does an angel eat? Daddy knew of no books on this subject. Perhaps he would write one. Divine food for a. By the time I reached the hospital, I knew I’d made a mistake by taking the bus, as our car was already parked in front of the hospital. All along the bus ride, I was thinking of all the , the laughs, the little rolls of currency notes she stuck in my pocket on my every visit and the food she treated me with.Walking to the reception, I saw a familiar face at the reception. It was Nandana, my old classmate. She was as beautiful as she used to be. I smiled at her and she identified me. Neither of. Neither had been caned before, although friends of theirs had been, and told them just how much it hurt. Mind you, they were sixth-formers at the time, and no one got more than six of the best but Alice had already told them they were going to get twelve strokes of the cane, and both started to really worry about that.Alice ordered, “Right, you naughty women, get up from our laps and then bend over and clasp hold of the seat of these chairs with your legs apart, and heads down. Expect the cane.
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