The children egged him on to use the leather belt on them? and they laughed? I hear nervousness in their laughter, their hands twisting tighter to the napkin in their hands, their eyes finding the floor or the corner of the ceiling, where, if they looked long enough they could hypnotize themselves away from the pain. These are the Rev. Weed's words above. a look into the 'good' father's doings at night, under cover of darkness.
I read into these words and fill the night air with whacks and cries, and the chosen child that would not feel the full sting of the belt, but the greasy caress of the 'good father's hands as he leads the chosen child to kneel and keep the 'good father' company at his nightly prayers.
you do know that the god is only present when two or more pray together?
