My uncle, you see, was a Nazi. It is not that he believed as they did, not in all things. Perhaps at first, some, I do not know, I was too young. But ...e was a member of the Party, to live in Germany in that time one had to be in the Party, there was no other way. So they would not allow him into the United States, because he had been in the Party. But he did not want to stay in Germany then, it was very bad in the years after the war. So he paid a man much money, and the man found a place for. ’ I stared at the board, and all of a sudden, the black squares weren’t part of the table-top, anymore. They were black holes, sucking at the spirit behind my eyes. And his pieces changed. The pawns were shrunken, screaming things, chained to their pedestals with chips of ice that I swear to God had fire flickering inside them. The clock ticked and I stared at the board. I was realizing that this really wasn’t a joke. It’s gonna sound disgusting, but sweat was pouring down my ass-crack the way. With the hanger in his righthand Roger lightly stroked his mother's inflamed, swollen clitty . Joan shuddered to the core in fear as her son ran the hanger across her sensitiveclitoris . She wanted to plead with her son for him not to whip her clitoriswith the wire clothes hanger. But as she had already painfully learned thatany speech from her would automatically result in a harsh lashing from thehanger. So Joan prayed to herself that her son would just reclip the wire clotheshanger to her. I remember the long talk he had with me about it, and how he explained things to me. Yes, he still loved Mom, but he felt they'd married too young. He'd changed, and she hadn't, and there was this new woman who gave him what Mom couldn't. He also said that I had nothing to do with the break-up, and that he still loved me and would make sure I was happy. I said I understood, and gave him a hug. And that was that.After the divorce, I ended up with Mom. That was OK. She needed me more than Dad.