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They got back into the car then, and my father's face was twisted into some expression I had never seen on a grown man before, like that of a child who has just been abandoned to his first day of school.

"Make them stop, Mum. Make them stop hitting him."
She tilted my head back to look at me, and something in her expression —a slight smile, but dead-serious eyes—made me believe her when she said: "That's what I'm trying to do, baby."