Louise Rousseau

Angel Boy

We heard shrill shouts and the dull thud of coconuts hitting the wall. From granny's bedroom where my brother and I were supposed to be sleeping, we listened to the drunken brawl pitting my mother against my aunt. After my mom ducked the coconuts, my aunt pulled a knife on her. Mom retreated behind a locked door, but kept the stream of insults flowing. Outside,...

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