The naughty ones
Last year
This year
Last year
This year
Last year
This year
Last year
This year
This year
When I was a boy, there was this man that lived down the street. His wife used to pummel him. He could no more defend himself against her than he could turn into a weather balloon and float away. She was evil and he was her victim; and that was all that could be said about that. That’s why I believe that those on the naughty list can’t help it. The man couldn’t help being a weakling who let his wife beat him and she couldn’t help but turn his nose into pulp. It was the way they were. But you know who suffered? Their kids. The family dog. Even the neighbors, I suppose, who had to listen to all the screaming.

Santa sent a mean little elf to cut their throats and burn down their house…



© Stefany Johana,
книга «The naughty ones».
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