After that night Cat returned nearly every third night for more. Upon his return to the kitchen he was served a freshly baked hot roll that was liberally spread with salt lard. Momma said, “Otto, tell us about Uncle Hans’ family.”
Otto had already told himself it would do no good to tell about how much he preferred working with Uncle Hans and that Little Hans was afraid to come with him. Just the feel of Cat’s body beneath him was memorable but inserting his… His thoughts were interrupted by his father calling his name. I should have never allowed you to do this. She was heavy but very beautiful. When Otto finished his sausage and beer he started to ask his father what had happened but his father held his hand up as if to say he was not going to say a thing. She straightened up and looked down at him.
