With determination and persistence she seeks her food and, if they don’t let her have it, she attacks with fury. This morning at breakfast time, in the dining room, a spectacle awaited me that I won’t forget so easily. In the center of the table sat the little girl with a croissant in each hand. I thought I noticed on her blonde doll cheeks a coloration that was too red. She was smeared with jam and blood. The bodies––or remains, rather––of the family rested against one another with their heads together, in a corner of the room.”—Good Morning! from Adolfo Bioy Casares’ short story, “Margarita or the Power of Pharmaceuticals”

With determination and persistence she seeks her food and, if they don’t let her have it, she attacks with fury. This morning at breakfast time, in the dining room, a spectacle awaited me that I won’t forget so easily. In the center of the table sat the little girl with a croissant in each hand. I thought I noticed on her blonde doll cheeks a coloration that was too red. She was smeared with jam and blood. The bodies––or remains, rather––of the family rested against one another with their heads together, in a corner of the room.”—Good Morning! from Adolfo Bioy Casares’ short story, “Margarita or the Power of Pharmaceuticals”

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