My mum used to go out every night and leave me in the house alone. I was used to it- my dad had died awhile 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 the RedRum," is what she told me. I asked her what this 'RedRum' was and she said it was a drinking bar. That's what I believed for a while onward. She always came home grinning and looking a bit mental: who could blame her- she was out drinking, right?
The strange thing was that my mum never came back
smelling
of alcohol.
It was a bitter smell-my mum 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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