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"EMORY!"
My father.
A big man. A brilliant man. And I was an Emory, too, and when I grew up, GREAT THINGS were expected of me. For didn't I have Faw-Faw? What child could hope for a better tutor?
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Oh, Faw-Faw! How could I have ever hated your cold, cruel chest, your icy arms, your frozen mechanical affection! How could I have struck your brain-housing with such fury, beating the heavy hammer in great gong! gong! gongs! Yes, Father, I deserved your punishment. You were right; I was wrong. Again, again! Only beat me again! How could I feel such gross ingratitude? Again!
My mother....
"He's only a child!" Shrieking at him. "He's only seven!"