“What have I told you about eating what you are told, young lady? You know very well that I won’t tolerate food being wasted in this house! I’m sick of you disobeying me, and complaining at every single mealtime. I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll remember every time you sit down at this table.
“You are in for the belting of your life, Veronica – and after I’ve finished strapping your naughty bottom, you will sit back down and finish that salad. Do I make myself clear?”
By now I was absolutely sobbing, even though my backside had not yet been touched. “Yes, Mum,” I replied through my tears.
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