My daughter called me in the middle of the night: ‘dad, i’m at the police station… my stepfather beat me, but now he’s telling them that i attacked him. they believe him!’ when i arrived at the station, the officer on duty turned pale and, stammering, said: ‘i’m sorry… i didn’t know
By the time the first punch landed, the pumpkin on the neighbor’s porch across the hall was still glowing—wide, silly…