“This was the main line of defense in the death of the underground star – he ‘had her permission’ to kill her, therefore it wasn’t murder. A...d, that was the ruling of the Supreme Court in a six-to-three decision just an hour ago.“It was just a year ago when Miss Wine was diagnosed with an inoperable cancer. With only a few months left to live, she recorded this private interview, which, now that the Supreme Court has made this unprecedented, watershed decision, can be shown.”Miss Brandy Wine. The plan had been for him to not be apprehended at all, but this was his wife and his daughter. If this was what it took, then so be it. Fuck, if it came down to that, if his wife and daughter were safe, then he didn’t care if he was apprehended and killed. As long as they were safe. He was so close he could speak to them in a normal voice. ‘Oh, Liam,’ cried Jessica. ‘You shouldn’t have come.’ ‘There, there,’ he said, ‘everything’ll be alright.’ His daughter was crying, hanging on to her. Next night ko maine phir socha kaise maza liya jaye. I asked mom that I am feeling bored why not we should play cards for which she agreed instantly. She asked me to get cards from her almirah. I opened the almirah and found one box of cards with photo of sexy games of naked couples. Aur mai khushi se jhum utha. Maine cards batne laga to mom ne jaise hi hot pictures dekhi, to boli ye kya hai, mujhe return karo ye tumhare liye nahi hai. Maine mom ko request kiya ki ek bar isi se khelte hai phir. Like they needed another mouth to feed.Finally, Mallao stubbed out his hash on the floor. Varnished bamboo, very Western-looking, like this whole house. His bitch mother and whore sister loved living like the white people on the TV, like pashas of the empire, like they were embarrassed to be Filipino.Well, not Mallao. He was proud to be Filipino. Screw all the white people and their money and their AIDS and their bastard half-breed children they never met. Screw them all. Mallao was proud to be.