Your father is a furious man, but I seen him turn gold from empty hands.nHe works his life away, he says, for me.nHe takes what he wants and we let him.nWe will bury her in a crowd of the lonliest people we can find.nWe will help them dress in their Sunday best, wave their grief around like it's some contest.nWe will watch them weep themselves to death.nWill you cover her when you let her go, will you arm her with all the threats you know?nWill you cover her when you let her out, will you let her out to be with me?