WARNING: This tale may offend you. It contains scenes of murder, rape, incest, and extreme animal cruelty. Please don’t read it if you have a tender heart. GRADY'S DUMPLINGS I shot Daddy before I ate his cat. Me and Daddy was in the kitchen. The bulb hanging from the cord in the ceiling swung back and forth shining light and then dark on Daddy’s face. The shot from Granddaddy's shotgun took off the top of his head. Brains, blood and skull flew all over Mamma’s rose curtains, the ones she embroidered last spring before the cancer took her. I begged her to stop smoking, but she wouldn’t listen. Now there was a bloody mess all over the last pretty thing she made. Daddy fell and began flopping around – making a real mess. I held him down with the gun barrel while I put a slug in his chest. Maybe it hit his heart. Maybe not. But he stopped flopping. My hands got bloody as I wiped down the kitchen real good. Mamma always taught us to clean up our own mess. Then I drug Dad