"When my father starts storming, the only thing to do is to take shelter, so my mother gathers me to her and conceals me inside her shame. She urges me through the concertina fence of her should haves, and once inside, I turn and turn like a dog flattening a bed."
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hnt6581 CC My Mother’s Shame When my father starts storming, the only thing to do is to take shelter, so my mother gathers me to her and conceals me inside her shame. She urges me through...
