My cousin got drunk and raped my little sister.
“I’ll take her as a concubine, then,” he said, as though it hardly mattered.
Grandmother said, “With that ugly face of hers, my precious grandson is the one being wronged.”
Mother murmured, “Amitabha.
Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise.”
I took a willow switch and whipped my cousin without mercy.
Then I told them all, “Under the laws of this dynasty, the punishment for raping a girl under twelve is death.”