- You left me far outside town, with rough regret running from the nose, I said. - Next time you find yourself in a similar situation, you will probably react in the same brutal way, I added.
- I wrote to you later from prison, you answered.
- Sure, but all this murky blood of yours is of no help, I said, and tried to find a neutral spot on your body, where I could rest my gaze. - You even wrote that you loved me.
I envisioned how auntie enjoyed having the upper hand on mother, and acknowledged that I’m not aware and conscious when anger arises.