“There is a rustle of dead leaves. Dried sap, a branch crack, the whirring teeth of Mr. Omaru's saw. My father--my real father--is a limb that got axed off the family tree a long time ago now. My mother coughs and cleans phantom juices off her silver with a cloth doily. My sisters clench their knives.” FamilySistersFathers198 199 Book:St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves Source: St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves