My mom used to go out every night and leave me in the house alone. I was used to it my dad died a while back anyway. She had been leaving me for quite a few years when I perked up the courage to ask her where she went each night.
"I go out to Redrum." is what she told me. I asked her what this 'Redrum' was and she said it was a drinking bar. That is what I believed for a while. She always came home looking a bit mental. Who could blame her she was out drinking right?
The strange thing was she never came back smelling of alcohol. It was a bitter sweet smell my mom hated bitter wine. Then one day it hit me if you spell 'Redrum' backwards...
Well you know what she went to do.
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