The bright circle of lamplight fell across shining plates heaped with Ma’s good bread.
“Here’s something to round out the supper, girls,” said Pa.
on a
blueeyed
dish lies
this
pinkandsilver wrapped
strawberry thing
You will say that I am mad—for who but a madman could devise so remarkable a species of vengeance, marked by such intricate dissimulation, such exquisite cunning?
Pale sticks like ivory
Unexpected sweetness—joy!
Chestnuts abandoned
Into these trembling hands has lately fallen a candy bar that promised sweet deliverance from the bitter reapings of the sober life. From Japan, land of the raisin rum, came a peculiar variety of Kit Kat infused with the savor of demon alcohol.
My mind became twisted and frenzied. The flavor of milk chocolate flowed through me, but beneath it was something bitter and sinister, a suspicious suggestion of legal pharmaceuticals chewed in a desperate attempt to keep the madness of the wild Kumamon at bay.