… Snow Leopard | Witness.
Father Anselm hanged himself when Marty was fifteen. His mother told him about it at tea, serving the news like an extra dollop of whipped cream in his hot chocolate. There were toasted bacon, rocket, and cheese sandwiches stuffed with the thick, free-range rashers they couldn’t afford. The kitchen table was laid with an embroidered cloth and their good china, and she'd even baked a chocolate fudge cake, usually reserved for birthdays. She must have gotten up early just to ice it.
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