Backwards she scooted until she straddled and then backs into me and down she went. She liked the smell I hated it. I loved her I thought butbwhatbinlived was pain. No good thanks. Take your knife and go. She couldn’t go with anyone else in the house. Go up on the rooft through the hole in the kitchen. And stay up for a long time. I can’t go with you in here. She used to be so beautiful when she came in the bar and I thought she was a goddess dream. She was the dear mother I thought I needed. Me so lost and looking for salvation.