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The Sin of the Parent-10
“You'll see. Just watch.” Unscrewing the jar, he pops the cotton wool inside and sets the jar down. After a few seconds, the butterfly slows and drops to the bottom. It twitches, then falls still. “What have you done? Have you hurt it?” She peers in, then demands, “Have you hurt my butterfly?” Stephen hesitates then, “It’s gone to sleep. You can keep it now.” Shelley stares in at the lifeless insect, her eyes brimming. “Is it dead? Have you killed it? Can't we let it go?” “Not now, Princess.” “But it was so pretty.” “Well, now it's going to be pretty forever. Look, like those up there.” He points to the framed pinboards on the wall with their glittering occupants lined up in rank and file, each carefully labelled. She starts to cry. “But you've killed it. I liked it when it was flyi
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