Let’s make this a gang-rape. watch clip Mom had her head down praying with her hands folded when I made the decision to help my aunt ease mom’s suffering. What she told aunt B and I should have been a shocking moment, but somehow I had become accustomed to it in my unusual family
. Three days later in the church while attending Uncle Frank’s funeral, mom asked me to avoid trouble (presumably with her parents) and lead the way up some semi-hidden stairs to a balcony at the back of the church