She hear it the circle's circumference, the real Jesus buttercup ontology and the 5 amendment proof of her sexistence . At the living room, couch and armchair wrapped in paltry plastic, she's heard the choir chiming the bells on the balcony, and knowing her daddy is there, shes running the water. If she's lucky it's because she heads south leads a charmed life and reads the right books not the wrong ones and the naughty ones, but the really dirty philospopical tomes.
Weighty in matter and meat no less, and like that remembering a friends mother she drives home late.
