Christmas Rape Series

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Later in the living room his mother sat smugly celebrating her conquest, a full three weeks after she'd outed his uncle for what he really was. While watching a biopic on intolerance or Oprah or whatever blather she was entertained by, his mother channeled Harper Lee with her indignant expression and response to questions asked thousands of miles away and a full day before. He sarcastically agreed with her accepting position and excused himself from the room, wondering whether her conscience had any understanding of hypocrisy or if she'd still be giving him ten dollars to donate to African American scholarships. It made her feel better and he always pocketed the money. Later when he saw Tim on main street he'd hand him the ten and share a joke and maybe a drink. Tim hit the bottle pretty heavily much to the dismay of the boy's mother who treated him as common swine. She tended to glide by him, head in the air, talking of how sad it was that some people never really tried to better themselves. The boy always smiled, winked at Tim, and gestured to the fat diamond ring on his mother's finger and said "I'm glad we're not like that mother".