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  Muddy Frost  
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by Jerry Vilhotti
When Johnny came into the Sanque family (an Ellis Island-like official who could not do letters like the grandfather owner of the name couldn't spelled it so) as an old born baby, he felt coldness as his mother always wore a sweater handed down from Garibaldi times when nationalism chose to kill their innocence in the name of glory, greed, power and indifference, to ward off the chills. In a large way she resented his surviving her thirty-nine year old body; coming among them at the end of the Great Depression; after she had begun to control a smile that had run all over her face with uncertainty due to her husband falling into the smiles of many women; wondering if Johnny were naked and freezing, if she could have thrown him a piece of dry wood to warm his bones while his four siblings were at the same time heaving chunks of spat-on wood to the direction of frostbite as they wished the little intruder had been still-born - believing in their tainted souls there would never be enough food for all of them - and even more concerned that the little crumbs of love they were given from a mother who had not been given any by a mother would be eaten all up by a Johnny with the blond curly hair and too be strong enough to steal their father's love from all of them and so the two daughters and two sons from their hearts and minds, heaped the poison of their jealousy onto the little thing they would forever call: "Frostbite": A white substance covering a cold cold muddy muddy ground. END 11-24-05
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