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underpants, I just want to be gone from this place.  Please, can’t we leave already?   I feel nothing but loathing and disgust as I see my grandfather limping around the house.  His cover story to my parents is that he pinched a nerve in his back and that he will be okay after a rest.  You lying filthy pig!  Unfortunately, my parents do not question his story at all.  They believe him.
    Hugging Ralph tightly, I climb into the back seat of the car with my sisters.  Mum and Dad climb into the front seat after thanking Grandpa for watching over us for the weekend.  As the car pulls out of my grandfather’s driveway, I look out of the window and see my grandfather standing at the gate.  He stands in pain and waves to the car, trying his best to forge a smile when I look at him.  I do not wave back.  I stare directly into his eyes and witness the blackness of his heart and soul before I point my finger at him.  Tears roll down his cheeks from the intense pain thrust upon him.  He immediately stops waving and staggers slowly back into his house.  Inside my head, I hear his screams as his soul is ripped from his body.
    For the next few days, I have nightmares about what my grandfather did to me.  I know that it is wrong not to tell, but am scared that I will get in trouble from my parents.  Instead, I picture his hands disappearing so he can never hurt my sisters the way that he had hurt me.  As I do so, I swear that I can smell something putrid in the air. Did something die around here? My thoughts send me into search-overdrive, as I start looking under beds and behind cushions.  After being all searched out, I ask my sisters if they can smell it.  Both Leena and Tania look at me like I just grew two noses.  They have no idea what I am talking about.
    “You seriously can’t smell that?  It is rotten!  It smells like one of Dad’s farts, but lots worse!” I say, completely exasperated while trying hard to describe the stench.  This leaves both of them in fits of laughter.
    A few days after leaving Grandpa’s house, a phone call arrives.  I overhear Mum telling Dad that something strange has happened.  Grandpa has mysteriously fallen ill and now has something called “gang’s green” in both of his hands.  Inside my head, I can see the blackness as it quickly spreads throughout the rest of his body, eventually devouring his heart, eyes and brain.  You really are rotten to the core, Grandpa.   Five days after our weekend at Grandpa’s place, he is found dead by his neighbour – a woman who, just like me, decided to follow her nose. 
    Almost all of our family and friends are stunned into silence by his sudden demise.  The Coroner’s report makes the grown up members of my family physically vomit but, truth be told, I am glad that he is gone.  Now he cannot touch any more little kids the way he touched me.  Goodbye, Grandpa.  I am happy that you are gone. There is no more doubt whatsoever in my mind that he knew exactly what he was doing when he hurt me.  The bloodied underwear I wore when I got home that day ended up wrapped in paper and thrown into the trash.  I thank the Goddess that Ralph was there to protect me from something even worse happening.
     

Chapter Three
    After my grandfather’s well-deserved demise, his vulgar remains are cremated.  It fails to surprise me that I am able to count the amount of people attending the funeral and wake on one hand.  Prior to the weekend that he had hurt me, I would never have believed that he’d had so few friends or so few people that gave a damn about him.  It is amazing how little we know some people, including the ones who are supposed to love and protect us. 
    Back at home, the mood is rather sombre, but life goes on.  I sense my father’s concern for my mother and his daughters, while at the same time, my mother exudes hatred… loathing… anger… but at what?  I know that my parents have not had a fight so am rather flummoxed