Page 41 - GINGER

“You bone-heads! You have given me so much time to think and plan…
Do you know what I have in store for you?” Father asked all the miniatures in front of him
with a tad bit more hatred for Wobbly.

“I will take you in my hand, hold you by your neck and wring you till there’s no air left in you
to run or scream…” He laughed out loud and his belly swung up and down with joy, as he
imitated the imaginative act with his thumb and forefinger.

Everyone looked at him horrified to the tail of their spine.

“But before that…”, he bent over to Ginger and said, “this lady here will give me what she
has found.” And he spread out his huge palm in front of her.
Her eyes stared at him with wide pupils and un-batted lids, the mist in them covering for
fear.

“I have found nothing, and I will give you nothing!” She declared, as the eyes turned to a
strong blue now.

“Ah! She has a voice, and one that is audible.” He raised his eyebrow in surprise and dark
humour.
“Do you remember what I did to your mother, baby Ginger?” He pouted his lips to tease
her with an annoying baby-voice.

“My mother died because of you! You demon!!! We did nothing wrong to you!” She said as
if even with the efforts her voice screamed to cry.

“You, both of you…”, he panted with the memories.

“You stunted me, you…you giggled and scribbled and all those paints!”, he said with
distorted face of disgust and acting out his fingers like they were wiggling in mud.
“Do you know how you looked at your mother, every time, every single time she sung that
head-numbing song to you, every single time she held you in her arms? Do you know?”
“You never saw me like that. Why?”
“Because I was some good-for-nothing sack of grain lying in a corner of your mother’s
house?”

“It was our house! It was ours!!! Only if you ever did something to make it one.”
She screamed and then mellowed, staring at the ground now, crying.
“Give me the key or I break their heads!” He warned her, pointing to her friends.

“No!” Ginger screamed with her heavy throat. And it took him not even a second to drop
his metal stick to raise his hand for a slap.

A boy ran rushing to Ginger in a blink’s time, and she was swiftly displaced from where
she stood.

“How dare you!”, Haanz exclaimed to the Father staring furiously at him, as Ginger stared
at Haanz in disbelief and amusement.