Looks are deceiving
If someone was passing the LaLa last night and saw the shutters drawn, the porch lights softly lit, and no dog barking at the front door, they might have thought, how nice, the inhabitants are sleeping peacefully all tucked in for the night. But they’d be wrong, in the hallways of the LaLa, Bam Bam prowled with a limp stuffed fox in his mouth issuing blood curdling meows, Wolfie was chewing the hindside of her leg off because of an itch that can’t get satisfied, R was having nightmares of blisters growing all over her mother’s skin and she was turning her and turning her to find out if there were more, meanwhile, T was fighting off R’s family with a wooden chair in her own private nightmare, and Loca, the only one in the house to find peace, slept quietly in her bed dreaming she was in ours.