CHAPTER THIRTEEN-3
Next time she brought him two cartons of juice as well as an orange which she peeled and broke into segments before she fed them to him. Also, a small plastic bucket of water, a wash-cloth and some soap. As she cleaned him up, she asked artlessly: “Has he been back?” “Caleb?” “Yes.” “Yes.” She did not need to ask if Caleb had assaulted Matthew again. The tone of her question was matched by the tone of his reply. Around his anus, she could see dried blood and traces of semen. “Not only Caleb.” “How many?” Her questions represented sincere enough concern but did not carry a hint that she might do anything to stop it, as if it was just one of those things and out of her control. Slowly, he said as if he had been struggling to remember or to work it out: “Two, three.” His guess was t
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