My son-in-law is being beautiful.

He brings her fruit teas and delicious

little dainties from the local delicatessen.

We don’t speak of their ordeal.

My husband is pumping up security

at our house, but this isn’t really

the neighbourhood for home invasions.

I am quite horrified to think my child

was threatened by that uncouth monster.

The lurid description curdled my blood.

But they shall be safe here. It is our

parental obligation. I shall watch my girl

like a hawk. No stranger will even breathe

near her.


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