Aunty Peuve I began doing most of the household work for Aunty Peuve. I needed to try to keep the place clean, and by doing all the cooking and cleaning and looking after the children, I bought myself some peace. Aunty Peuve understood that I had given in. She began to be much nicer to me, even friendly. She saw that I was clean and honest and she began leaving me alone in the house—she knew I didn’t have to be guarded anymore. After a while she even began to let me go out to run errands. She knew I’d be back. I can understand what I did then, I can understand what was done to me, but I don’t understand what I felt—or why I did these things. I had just given up. There were about a dozen girls living at Aunty Peuve’s house at any time. New girls would come in and have their spirits broken, as mine had been. Rarely, a girl would leave to live in a special, exclusive arrangement with a client. More often a girl just didn’t come back one night, and we’d never learn why. Perhaps she escaped.
What do You think about The Road Of Lost Innocence?
