It’s been heavier,' she said.
'In winter. Once.'
'Not this heavy,' I said. Out in the street the drains had filled and were vomiting filthy water up and over the gutters. The front yard was nothing but mud and leaves.
'Last time it was this bad it flooded the river,' she said. 'I saw a tram floating in the street.'
'I wasn’t there,' I said.
Rain ran down the glass, leaving dirty black trails. It was growing heavier. It was one forty-three, and there was no sign of the sun.black rain
The hut is waiting for him on the outside of the village, a cramped thing where he either sleeps or masturbates. Dirt floor, wooden walls. Victor picks a nail out of the rotting door frame as he enters. He never bothers making repairs. The family will relocate again soon, hopefully closer to Linz. Mauthausen doesn’t suit him.
Victor sleeps and has bad dreams. He wakes up when the night is sufficiently dark to move corpses.every so often
Mara wanted to cry but she didn't dare. She wasn't even allowed to wear her shoes until she was seated in the back of her uncle's old Dodge. Her mother had never let her outside barefoot before. Clutching her suitcase, she sat between her silent older brothers as the car roared to life and took off down the dark street. The headlights cast everything around them into shadow, leaving only the path ahead illuminated. Homes she'd often ridden past on her bicycle were indistinguishable, featureless shapes like toys piled in a corner in the dark. Toys...
'Mami!' she cried. 'I left Victoria!'
Her mother turned to look back at her, smiling sadly. 'I'm sorry, hija,' she said. 'We'll get you another doll as soon as we can.la novia