I walked downstairs to get myself a glass of water wearing no other clothes, but as soon as I turned on the tap to fill my glass, Mr Williams our next...door neighbour opened the kitchen door and walked in. He was a tall black American who was very friendly with my parents and would spend most Saturday nights in our front room socialising and drinking.As the door opened my heart sank, there was no hiding place as I stood at the sink dressed in Aunty Betty’s nylons. Mr Williams closed the door. I would grow up, and watch. I'd never felt so sad about myself before, though there was a sneaking suspicion that this was somewhere in me, waiting to be realized. It was... God, it was depressing to think of living this life, watching her and girls like her emerge from the clumsiness of adolescence as beautiful creatures, to live wanting them, while they lived being them. I watched her little breast until a park attendant brought me back to reality. "Kid, you're up."I stepped into the coaster. “They nearly always focus on the four lookers, Clarissa: Magda, Jagoda, Katrina and you.”The Dawn Chorus hadn’t befriended Magda and Jagoda because of language barriers. Neither Helen nor Katrina nor I could speak Polish or Serbo-Croat, and neither Magda nor Jagoda was fluent in English or German. They were agreeable women, though, who always greeted other residents with a smile and a wave. And as Helen said, they were lookers: Magda curvy and cheerful, Jagoda slender and dark and endowed with. There was blood on his lips. He had been so mistreated, he could barely stay conscious."Kirk van der Hoof," Bellows repeated. "What is your occupation, Mr.van der Hoof?"Kirk breathed in, then out. "...I'm... I... was... the Mayor ofAlbany." Can you repeat that, please?" Bellows dipped a little lower to getcloser to Kirk's right ear. "And louder?" he enunciated."The Mayor of Albany! I was... the Mayor of Albany..." Now, you say you were the Mayor of Albany." Bellows crossed behindthe man. .
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