My Aunt Casilda Taught Me Obedience in the Storehouse
She locked the storehouse door and slipped the key ring into her apron. Only then did I understand that afternoon wasn’t going to end with a lecture.
She locked the storehouse door and slipped the key ring into her apron. Only then did I understand that afternoon wasn’t going to end with a lecture.
Every time I slacked off, I paid for it with nettles, lashes, and her muddy boots. Worst of all was that part of me was already waiting for the next punishment.