When I was ten, I was freed from my parents, who were violent drug dealers, and placed in the care of my rather eccentric Aunt Martha.
Although only twenty-seven, Aunt Martha had twin daughters who at twelve were two years older than me. Aunt Martha had been raped and impregnated at fifteen, had borne and raised the surprisingly beautiful, precocious results despite seeing her smug attacker go scot-free, and had since given every public appearance of noble perseverance under terrible adversity. When my asshole old man and weak sister mother got wiped out over drugs and