A clapboard bridge fashioned over backyard streams, taking root in muddled ground. People used to drink the water until they found old car parts leaking oil. No wonder the kids are so strange. Father gets drunk every night, leaves his sickly daughter home. It is a sad situation. Malignant words, parasitic tumors don’t want to intrude, her blonde stringy hair, and smudged face, are permeable to the neighbors. Renee’s word is never enough.
