"How can such a thing be kept secret? The middle wife must have told someone?"
"No. my father killed her and that's how it was now just my mother, father and I knew about the mark. It was the mark of the devil and my father couldn't have that, linked in his name. He couldn't have that stain on his son, the only son," he speaks and I can see the darkness in him when he speaks about his father.
"So what happened when the egg broke? Surely everyone must have known."
Yes, but then they couldn't say anything afterwards. It was always a s hushed thing, ever to be said loud enough. I got the stares, I got labelled the outcast, so basically the pariah. I rarely left home, to play or do anything."
"that must have been hard for you growing up without friends," I say and he nods.
"after a while you just learn how to adapt with the changes in your life. I grew up and I started to see a neighbour girl," he goes on.
