Sonny stepped into the hallway of luminous light of their home and says in a singsong voice, " I love you, Daddy. "
She wore a grease-stained shirt--floor-length and white as a nun's habit-- she appeared weathered, frail but still, bright as an angel's halo.
He nods at Sonny's confession, folding back the fly of his pants; the belt taps her heart and chimes, " You love me most of all, baby girl. Yes, you do. Now, show Daddy just how much you love him. I'll show…
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