To put it kindly, I was dressed like a cheap hooker, in a tight reddress that barely covered my bare crotch. Showing clearly below the hemwere the bla...k-and-silver garters holding up trashy fishnet stockings.My "hooker heels" were beginning to rub a blister."Here. Look at your makeup. You are hilarious," said Sandra, pullingdown the visor mirror. Chrystal, the MAC makeover artist, had lined myeyes heavily in purple on top and bottom, using a liquid liner extendingupward, where a bold purple. "How was school today?" Dorothy stood in the living room with her arms in front of her. Her hand crossed over the frayed material of her house dress."It was shit. I'm going to my room." Is there anything you'd like me to do?" Her eyes followed him expectantly."I don't care." Ok, honey." Dorothy declined her head. At least the house needed her. The rounds of cleaning never seemed to end. After fixing a light snack her labor recommenced.She was rinsing a washcloth in the bathroom, humming a blue. She was aghast.“It’s me that should be buying you something for the work you did,” she said, and then suddenly had a bright idea, “I could offer you supper if you’ve not eaten already.”The biggest smile imaginable appeared on his face, “That’s very kind of you,” he stammered, hardly being able to believe his good fortune, “I’d love to.”After putting the flowers in a vase she finished off supper and laid him a place at the table. During the meal he kept fidgeting as if he wanted to say. When the house was cleared, he grabbed one of the donkeys lashed to the carts, guiding her to the cemetery where a mass grave had been excavated. They quietly placed each body into the hole, making sure to place the bodies rather than drop them under the careful eye of Adilah, who met them there.They filled in the grave and took a moment in silence. Then everyone departed to repeat the same task for their loved ones and friends, this time with words and rites of farewell. All day they buried.