....6 janvierJ'avais peur que ?a arrive. Roger m'a surpris en robe. Il a lev? sa mainpour me frapper, mais il s'est arr?t? quand j'ai commenc? ? crier..."Mon p?re ?tait pareil que toi! Toujours ? boire et ? cogner quandquelque chose n'allait pas! Je porte ?a parce que je n'ai plus rien ? memettre! Parce que tu es trop minable pour travailler et ramener del'argent ? la maison! Je suis bien oblig? de me d?brouiller seul! Jedois m'occuper de Michel seul! Je me l?ve toutes les nuits pourm'occuper du. He was my 'man' after that and years later he gave me a copy of the autopsy performed on Frieda when I asked for it.The autopsy said she had been raped and tortured and then beaten to death. I grieved but I said nothing. It was such a waste. I knew who had been responsible for her death and I was out for blood. I let the matter lie low for a couple of months before I made my move.Like many men of his kind, Adnan was fond of dangdut (pronounced dung-dote) which is a song and dance form. Carefully, one step at a time I ascended, anxiously shaking with the shameless exposure I was about to perform.Dave stood much further back to enjoy my performance and pulled out the camera. As I reached the third step, I was really on by my perverse audacity. I knew that my crotch was at his eye level and he had placed himself well for the gap in my dress, so stopped for a moment pretending to be a little nervous and telling him to make sure he was holding it safely. The thrilling preparations. He loved his late mother, but wished he could return to his normal life."Scottie, this is--"He spun around. "Yes she was." Was what?"Scott stared at his father. "Huh? What did you say?" Are you okay, son?" Not waiting for a reply, he said, "As I was saying, this is your cousin Shari. You remember her, don't you? She's your Uncle Jerry's daughter."Scott stared at the young woman. Shari? Who the fuck was Shari? Oh yeah, the crazy one."Shari, of course I remember you. I haven't seen you in years..