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The Webb’s my second Mommy and Daddy of the year ; It’s only June
 Mr. Carver, the social worker rambles on as we pull into the driveway 
 My five year old eyes open wide as I see the giant mansion dotted with children
 Ten new brothers and sisters, painfully shy, fear elevated to a joyful want of family

 Sunday dinner, introductions: Mr. Webb a Fuller Brush salesman , meek and gentle
 Mrs. Webb a stay at home Mom, a beautiful woman : with wicked sky blue eyes
 Alice the oldest of us all, looked up to by her younger siblings ,the Rock of the kids
 Virginia, frail , the twins Joe and Jim, rambunctious, Bobby, the loner, Millie,deaf 
  I would learn sign language. Rebecca, shy as me, William, Mom’s favorite. Dotty
  The humorous one. George six month older than me, soon to be my closest brother
                                                I slept well that night
 Good morning, Harry I’m going to work I’ll be back Friday night, a chorus of Goodbyes
 The nightmare begins :  Harry you will call me Ma’am you snotty nosed little bastard
 Alice, Joe, fill the bath tub this filthy little boy must be cleansed .Ma’am he’s only five
 Don’t sass me bitch with a slap across the face Alice fell to the floor. The tub filled
 The chlorine made my eyes water,tears rolled down my cheeks. Are YOU Crying?
 If your going to live in this house YOU will be a man now scrub your genitals, did you 
 Hear me? Mom; several slaps to the head ,YOU WILL call me Ma’am, now scrub
With tears flooding my cheeks, Ma’am I don’t know what genitals are, the bleach burning
Ma’am beating me with a Fuller Brush scrub brush dry yourself, go upstairs get dressed
As I limped by the girl’s room I saw Millie, Ginny straped to their beds I started to help
Alice gently pulled me back : Don’t help them Harry Ma’am will beat you: but, but Why
The atrocities I saw that week scarred me for life Thank God, Mr. Webb came home early
Tuesday morning Ma’am in a straitjacket being put in a  Police cruiser. All the children :
                            Heading to new Foster  Homes : We kept in touch
         Inspired by Deborah Guzzi”s Contest : Something wicked this way comes
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