High five." I turn around and see both girlsputting their hands up watching me going in the house. I turn and openthe glass door and see Ms Gloria sta...ring at me."What's up honey, how come you're not playing with the other girls?" Ilook up into her eyes.I ignore her comment about me and the other girls. "Umm I had aaccident." I see Ms Gloria smiling at me knowing I must have wet myself,but she does not say anything."Oh I saw you fall when you where racing, did you hurt yourself?" I putmy head. It has been a while since I spoke English. I walk here at night. I have not seen you before." I just moved in two weeks ago, I live over there." He pointed to his building. "Aren't you afraid to be out at night alone?"The woman's laugh tinkled like bells. "No one ever harms me. Besides, I have my light." She held up an odd-looking lantern, the flaming wick emitting a soft glow. "Walk with me, please. I enjoy company." They began to stroll along the shoreline.There's the light. I didn't imagine. Yet I knew my days under my fathers’ roof were numbered.And then one day we received a strange and unexpected visitor. M. Beautoix was a very short man, square built and paunched. At least fifty years old with sparse greasy greyish hair that lay flattened over his pointed skull in long waxed mats like the viscous trails of black worms.His teeth were small, irregular and quite black.An odor equally sepulchral and cloacic wafted from his mouth when he spoke. His eyes were perpetually bloodshot. Her slaying of the mother represented the rejection of soft motherly love and the embracing of the wolfs cold and calculating hunters world. This was the truth that empowered the sons to create Rome and the greatest empire the world had known. Today the men had run. The laughing procession had circled the old city and the women – maids and spinsters, those already heavy with child and those wishing for relief from the burden of barrenness – all stood by the wayside calling and waving to attract.