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We
made
soap
out
of
it
.
Her
.
Marla
's
mother
.
"
Soap
?
"
Soap
.
You
boil
fat
.
You
mix
it
with
lye
.
You
get
soap
.
When
Marla
screams
,
I
throw
the
skirt
in
her
face
and
run
.
I
slip
.
I
run
.
Around
and
around
the
first
floor
,
Marla
runs
after
me
,
skidding
m
the
corners
,
pushing
off
against
the
window
casings
for
momentum
.
Slipping
.
Leaving
filthy
handprints
of
grease
and
floor
dirt
among
the
wallpaper
flowers
.
Falling
and
sliding
into
the
wainscoting
,
getting
back
up
,
running
.
Marla
screaming
,
"
You
boiled
my
mother
!
"
Tyler
boiled
her
mother
.
Marla
screaming
,
always
one
swipe
of
her
fingernails
behind
me
.
Tyler
boiled
her
mother
.