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stacked upside-down canoes.
    You’d crawled desperate to escape. On your stomach, on raw-scraped elbows. Dragging yourself like a wounded snake. As one of them kicked you. Cursed you kicking your back, your thighs, your legs as if he wanted to break all your bones in his fury.
    You’d twisted out of his grip. So small-boned, so skinny. No breasts, no hips. Not enough female flesh to grab on to.
    Where’s the little cunt, where the fuck is she hiding? . . . 
    Wedged in the farthest corner of the boathouse. In the darkness smelling of stagnant water, soft-rotted wood. A sharp stink of urine. You were in terror of choking, suffocating. You’d squeezed into a space so small, your body was bent double. Your knees were drawn up against your chest, your shoulders hunched. Above you and to the side, stacked in tiers, were upside-down canoes. If they’d fallen, you would have been crushed.
    In terror of what they were doing to your mother. What you would have to endure, hearing.
    You did not think rape . The word rape was not yet a word in your vocabulary.
    You would think beat, hurt. Try to kill .
    You heard your mother’s cries, stifled screams. You heard her pleading with them. You heard them laugh at her.
    Teeeeena! Show your titties now Teeeena.
    Spread your legs Teeeena. Your cunt.
    You heard them kicking your mother. Soft-thudding blows against unresisting flesh. They would grab your mother’s slender ankles, spread her legs violently as if they wished to tear her legs from her body. They laughed at her cries of pain, her terror. They laughed at her feeble attempts to protect herself. They were reckless, euphoric. You would learn that they were high on a drug called crystal meth. In their excitement they forgot you. You were of no significance to them, who had an adult woman. They had torn your mother’s clothes from her body as if the female’s clothes infuriated them. They spat in your mother’s face as if her beauty infuriated them. They yanked at your mother’s hair wishing to pull it out by the roots. One of them would gouge repeatedly at her right eye with his thumb, wishing to blind her. You could not know how there was a radiant madness in their faces, a glisten to their wolf-eyes, a sheen to their damp teeth. You could not know how their eyes showed rims of white above the irises. How their bodies were coated in oily sweat. How they straddled your mother’s limp body and jammed their penises into her bleeding mouth and into her bleeding vagina and into her bleeding rectum. You would hear the noises of this rape not fullyaware that what you heard was rape . You were fainting with pain from your dislocated arm, you were trying to breathe through the cracks in the splintery filthy floorboards. A few inches beneath these floorboards the scummy water of the lagoon lapped, rippled. You pressed the scraped and bleeding palms of your hands against your ears for twenty minutes and more begging God don’t let them kill Momma please God help us please .

“Gang Rape”
    T HE CALL CAME IN at 12:58 A.M . It was the third call of the night dispatching Zwaaf and Dromoor to the vicinity of Rocky Point Park.
    This crazed Fourth of July. Since dusk, NFPD sirens had mingled with the sirens of medical vehicles summoned to emergencies. There were fire sirens, burglar and car alarms. There were exploding fireworks at the Niagara River, in the publicly sanctioned annual display, and there were illegal detonating firecrackers through the city. There were reports of gunshots. Tourists to the Falls reported muggings, petty thefts from their broken-into vehicles parked in the large municipal lots near the river. Tourists in the hotels reported room break-ins, thefts. A record number of individuals, mostly male, mostly young, injured themselves and others setting off illegal fireworks and firecrackers. There were complaints of youths tossing lighted firecrackers through the