I felt badly for Pola for losing her father in a bowling accident when he was 38. He must've been a good man because just after his death the bowling alley was destroyed in a landslide that also took out a small *******. Pola seldom speaks of him anymore since she quit bowling and vowed to catalogue the 5,000 booklets in his library that inform young soldiers on the benefits of contracting venereal disease. Pola knew instinctively that she wanted no part of V.D. even though her 3 brothers loved being afflicted with chlamydia, gonorrhea and syphilis. "My sons were fools for deliberately ******* diseased prostitutes." Pola's mother wrote on a blood-stained mattress with a purple crayon 2 days before jumping to her death from the top of the Washington Monument when she was 67.