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said she’s the most beautiful lady in the world!
      Not not she said she has buck teeth.
      I don’t remember then. I think the dress moved in my arms. Mary Jane screamed. I don’t remember what. It got dark and the curtains were closed I think I couldn’t see anyway. I couldn’t hear nothing except buck teeth funny hands buck teeth funny hands even when no one was saying it.
      There was something else because I think I heard someone call don’t let her say that! I couldn’t hold to the dress. And I had it on me I can’t remember. Because I was grown up strong. But I was a little girl still I think I mean outside.
      I think I was terrible bad then.
      Granma took me away from there I guess. I don’t know. She was screaming god help us it’s happened it’s happened. Over and over. I don’t know why. She pulled me all the way here to my room and locked me in. She won’t let me out. Well I’m not so scared. Who cares if she locks me in a million billion years? She doesn't have to even give me supper. I’m not hungry anyway.

      I’m full.

    3 - BLOOD SON

      The people on the block decided definitely that Jules was crazy when they heard about his composition.
      There had been suspicions for a long time.
      He made people shiver with his blank stare. His coarse guttural tongue sounded unnatural in his frail body. The paleness of his skin upset many children. It seemed to hang loose around his flesh. He hated sunlight.
      And his ideas were a little out of place for the people who lived on the block.
      Jules wanted to be a vampire.
      People declared it common knowledge that he was born on a night when winds uprooted trees. They said he was born with three teeth. They said he'd used them to fasten himself on his mother's breast drawing blood with the milk.
      They said he used to cackle and bark in his crib after dark. They said he walked at two months and sat staring at the moon whenever it shone.
      Those were things that people said.
      His parents were always worried about him. An only child, they noticed his flaws quickly.
      They thought he was blind until the doctor told them it was just a vacuous stare. He told them that Jules, with his large head, might be a genius or an idiot. It turned out he was an idiot.
      He never spoke a word until he was five. Then, one night coming up to supper, he sat down at the table and said "Death."
      His parents were torn between delight and disgust. They finally settled for a place in between the two feelings. They decided that Jules couldn't have realized what the word meant.
      But Jules did.
      From that night on, he built up such a large vocabulary that everyone who knew him was astonished. He not only acquired every word spoken to him, words from signs, magazines, books; he made up his own words.
      Like- nightouch. Or- killove. They were really several words that melted into each other. They said things Jules felt but couldn't explain with other words.
      He used to sit on the porch while the other children played hopscotch, stickball and other games. He sat there and stared at the sidewalk and made up words.
      Until he was twelve Jules kept pretty much out of trouble.
      Of course there was the time they found him undressing Olive Jones in an alley. And another time he was discovered dissecting a kitten on his bed.
      But there were many years in between. Those scandals were forgotten.
      In general he went through childhood merely disgusting people.
      He went to school but never studied. He spent about two or three terms in each grade. The teachers all knew him by his first name. In some subjects like reading and writing he was almost brilliant.
      In others he was hopeless.
      One Saturday when he was twelve, Jules went to the movies. He saw Dracula.

      When the show was over he walked, a throbbing nerve mass, through the little girl and boy ranks.
      He went home and locked himself in the