CHAPTER FIVE
From then on I was no longer jealous, and I could often spy on my mother and Gerty when they were together. For this sort of thing, I'm my father's daughter. I love to peep. Because people who don't know they're being watched, follow their worst instincts shamelessly. And my mother was like thatinventive, never having enough of pleasure.
Now I did not notice the defects of her body. I observed the antics of these two women's bodies, welded together, heads between thighs, mouth sucking at each other, fingers tearing at each other or caressing each other, m**********g in front of each other. All this through the eyes of the portrait, this look which was mine and also... that of my mother's father.
Gerty told me about her confession. After making the priest understand that she
