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Lizbeth finds dinnertimes a right chore sitting there at the oak table with her moody mother there facing her her father glum as hell beside her and Lizbeth trying hard to ignore both of them its beef stew thick gravy and drowned out vegetables you're quiet Mother says anything wrong with you? nothing's wrong Lizbeth says gazing at the beef stew you've a mood I can tell Mother says if the girl wants silence why complain Father says I know her and you don't Mother says to Hubby Lizbeth stares at Mother I'm just on nothing else Lizbeth moans on the rag Auntie's come sandwich week THAT'S ENOUGH Mother shouts rattling the windows I won't have you talking like that here at mealtimes it's not nice Lizbeth stares at Father as he mouths the beef stew in silence did you know Lizbeth says that Tudor King Henry the 7ths mother was married at 12 years old and had him at 13 Mother sighs your point is? that's my age she sprouted her king sprog at my age Mother glares at her child with her dark angry eyes Lizbeth thinks of Benny pretending he's upstairs in her room stark naked all waiting eat your stew Mother says no more talk of those things outside it's countryside fluttering butterflies a bird sings.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC
LIZBETH AND MOTHER 1961.