For Tammy had a nemesis. Mr. Critic. Oh, wicked Mr. Critic!Every time Tammy posted a new story, sure enough Mr. Critic would criticize it."Your spelli...g is atrocious," Mr. Critic would write, in his oh-so-proper way, "and you seem to have no grasp of conventional grammar, without the saving grace of true experiment. The plot is miniscule, the characters the thinnest cardboard, and the ending completely implausible. You can do better."Tammy felt just awful whenever he saw what Mr. Critic had. I ran to my room crying and Mommy came into my room to see what was wrong. She sat next to me and rubbed my back as I sobbed on her shoulder and shared all the mean things that the bully said. Once I got it all out she leaned back, calmly unbuttoned her shirt and took out one of her bare breasts. “What are you doing Mommy?” I asked her, looking at her nipple as she played with it a little. “I’m going to help you feel better, just like I did when you cried when you were little.” She leaned over. Diese Traeume, die hatte ich sogar schon, da hat Mamanoch gelebt.Im Heim war ich also als das Maedchen von Klaus bekannt. MeinenBubennamen Karli hoerte ich nach einigen Monaten nur noch inunserer Schule. In der Schule musste ich in Hosen erscheinen,das hatte da mal die Schulleitung unserer Heimleiterinmitgeteilt, nachdem ich an einem Tag in einem langen Rock in derSchule erschienen war. Gern waere ich auch in die Schule ineinem Kleid gegangen. Fuerchten haette ich mich nicht muessen.Klaus. After praying over the meal--these people pray about anything andeverything at the drop of a hat--it was jabber, jabber all throughbreakfast by Hannah and her sisters about everything that went on thenight before. And we were all there! All I wanted to do was sit and chewlike Mark and Josiah did and slowly wake up, but no; first Hannah andthen Sarah and then Elizabeth had to ask me over and over and over if Ihad heard this or seen that. Somebody got a new haircut. Somebody elsewas wearing a new.