![]() ![]() ![]() She wants to know if the head's aware of this, of what the pupils in his school are getting up to. I've been seen smoking behind the bike shed (the oldest cliche in the book). Mom's ranting and raving about cigarettes. I groan, roll my eyes, and mutter under my breath, “Bring on the corpses!” Then I see Mom's face, white with rage, and I know she's here to punish, not comfort. Her shining flesh, having to kiss her forehead, the pain, the tears. Now stiff and cold, tongue sticking out, a slab of dead meat just waiting to be buried. My immediate reaction: Please don't let anybody be dead! I think of Dad, Gret, uncles, aunts, cousins. Either somebody close to you has been seriously injured or has died, or you're in trouble. When a parent turns up at school, unexpected, it means one of two things. But when there's a knock at the door, and it opens, and I spot my Mom outside, I realize - life can always get worse. In the center of the web, lush Lord Loss is all that's leftĭOUBLE history on a Wednesday afternoon - total nightmare! A few minutes ago, I would have said I couldn't imagine anything worse. In the center of the web, vile Lord Loss torments the dead In the center of the web, lowly Lord Loss bows his head Lord Loss sows all the sorrows of the world ![]()
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