That night,After dinner, Katherine went into her room and sat in front of the mirror. She admired her beauty, picked up a comb and combed her hair, then hummed a song in her mouth.“My mother, she killed me,My father, he ate me,My sister Marlene,Gathered all my bones,Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.”Katherine repeated the rhyme several times. Then suddenly put the comb down on the table. Her hand holding the comb and gently gliding through her hair seemed very gentle. Her movements were also careful and affectionate. But unexpectedly, when she put the comb down on the table, she used a firm hand, the force she put into her fingertips as if to crush an almond. She clenched the comb in her hand; her knuckles raised, and she crawled back and forth as if she couldn’t find support.“Justin, Monica, Caesar, Leona, you will all die!”The sound of the comb hitting the table echoed in the large, quiet room. And now Katherine stood up, her movements pushing the chair back. The so
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