I Hate Saint Vincent's

When my mother finally appeared, she carefully dragged me over the black metal slats and lifted me through the window. I was still trembling too much to speak, but i could see that my mother's face was pale and weird. Nobody bothered to call an ambulance because this was new york in february of 19 74. So nini's mother ran to get us a taxi. Her father, whom ih'd always liked, carried me down the stairs. But when he jostled my leg, handing me to my mother, i screamed again, why did you do this, kara?