(Lydia)“I see you,” my father said, “You and your little act.”He raised his arms up into a deranged gesture. “Oh, I’m such a good mother!” he said in a high-pitched imitation of me, “I pick up my children from school and shower them with hugs and kisses.”“Well where,” his voice became thick and angry now, “is the money then?!”I could not say a single word. On the side, Mabel and Miles sat whimpering in their gags.“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lydia,” my father clicked his tongue, “I’m amazed at what you’ve done.”He sauntered over to a small black canvas bag and began to fish something out. I heard metal clunk inside it.My eyes darted over towards the twins and I shifted a foot to take a step towards them.The old man pointed his eyes at me and then cleared his throat.My father stood up. “Ah,” he said, holding up a hunter’s knife, “Here it is!”He walked up to me. “Are your children,” he breathed into my face, “really less precious to you than money?”“I’m not like you!” I yelled, pushing hi
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