Saturday breakfast is how all breakfasts should be – with the option to become supper. No kitchen multi-tasking and over-the-shoulder glances at the clock.
You Beast! You Beast! You vile, rotten, polluted Beast. How do you get away with it? How can you still be there? And operating with contempt for all that is decent? How can it be?
Oh Lord, why us? We did all the right things. We cared, we planned, we furnished a comfortable home; provided an education second to none for the area, commensurate with income.