I noticed it often, over and over, never knowing what it was, always suspicious, always cautious, wary. I certain;y understand why. I was four the first time I found my "behind" up in some man's face, in harm's way, at the very secret urging of my "mother".
Did she think she was clever enough to get away for ever? Yes! No one was more upset, more riled and vexed than Martha for the two of us, the two close kin that expressed doubt about her suicide explanation for her father's untimely death by .38 caliber bullet in the heart.
Martha always bragged about how good looking her father was, so she certainly was not going to shoot him in the head and make him unfit for an open casket.
Martha was one woman that fully believed she had the right to do just as she pleased, exactly when and how she pleased. And did! Why not? When was she ever stopped? When was her evil ever prevented? Just when did her victims ever reveal her? Why? You could not tell what she did. If you told , you were going to be the one scorned, reviled, rejected. Few would believe you and even fewer would ever care. There were no words in this child's vocabulary.
"Don't you ****** eva' tell nobody! …Dis our luddle secret."
The truth is Martha Jane Walters was a pedophile! A pedophile from childhood. A sexually promiscuous child that was not going to be stopped. Why wasn't the man arrested or murdered for raping her three times? THREE TIMES! How does an eight year old child go about getting raped thee times by the same "family friend'?
Families shouldn't keep secrets and families should not cloak for reprobates.
Divine Order in affect! Crooked ways being made straight. "Chickens coming home to roost." "Just and honest due being handed out." Jesus fixing it!
PTL!
I press on ...
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