I’m thinking about the cat dying, Dulcie and her knife against my throat, Mrs Irvin and her St Thomas bone… But never my sister. A brother rarely thinks about his sister.

I’m thinking about the cat dying, Dulcie and her knife against my throat, Mrs Irvin and her St Thomas bone… But never my sister. A brother rarely thinks about his sister.

– Louis Nowra –

Summer Of The Aliens

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