“Because they don’t love you,” said Friedrich, stroking her hair. And it worked, didn‘t it? Indian Sex Mary seemed to hear them. “Yes?” said Friedrich. “Grandfather?” said Mary. The contrast of crimson on white stirred bad memories, but the hot confines of Mary’s sex pushed them away again. With the other half, bring me the things written on this list.” He handed over a yellowed sheet of paper filled with the spider-like crawl of his handwriting. It pooled at her feet. Are you lost?”
“I can’t find my mother,” said the girl. He seemed to be losing control, and she was shocked that she, so passively, could drive him to this, and she wondered how much further she could make him go, and whether this, finally, was what it was like to —
— she could feel it. And with her very last breath she sent me to find you.”
“Who’s…gonna…take care of me…now?” said Mary, hiccupping between sobs. Friedrich continued to stroke her hair.
