lady day...

shower he would often shout about some sort of
Bullicio, some game, where once boisterously he
grabbed hold of her right breast... Melania knew
however, but said nothing, until her Aunt, this
Aunt sat crying about her Brother, caught her
riding a roped Paella, eating a cake, a few days
before her sixteenth Birthday... the confrontation
ill at odds, sordid and resulted to those two years
spent at that Convent / Nunnery, of course...
...Melania's Aunt accosts the conversation
with wonderings of how I was treating her Little
Cake, which was her nickname for Melania... her
woman flower left to ease into the atmosphere...
the daylight of her fascination creeping into the
morbid atmosphere of subterfuge, coerced
pleasantries, artificial realism gone wrong...
Ludwig seemed to enter into the fray as if there all
along... Melania found her younger cousin
interesting enough to forgo ignoring another
member of her family, which in honesty really only
stretched to her Aunt, though Ludwig was arriving
to Europe to stay in London to study, said another
Aunt with beady eyes... they were staring into
Melania's face asking if Ludwig could stay with us
for a time, in order to save money... she had only
interacted with Ludwig infrequently, but when she
did she had no problems with him, he even seems
effeminate, said Melania of Ludwig, who was long
and thin, perhaps predisposed to studying
Philosophy by the pensive looks he would give to
most questions... mostly relating to what he
wanted to do... write a thesis that, ultimately,
discusses all of life's logical propositions...
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