Fractured Fealty

June Russell Laing

It's said that a child not fed love on a spoon will lick it from the edge of a knife. If there was love in my home, none of it came my way. The object of my mother’s obsession was a greedy, selfish and intransigent God who demanded child-sacrifice. My father, on the other hand, worshipped more earthly addictions – alcohol, women and his own exaggerated self-belief. Sidelined and ignored, deprived of a moral compass, I did what I must to gain attention. Did I lick? Oh yes – I licked.

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