With determination and persistence she seeks her food and, if they don’t let her have it, she attacks with fury. This morning at breakfast time, in the dining room, a spectacle awaited me that I won’t forget so easily. In the center of the table sat the little girl with a croissant in each hand. I thought I noticed on her blonde doll cheeks a coloration that was too red. She was smeared with jam and blood. The bodies––or remains, rather––of the family rested against one another with their heads together, in a corner of the room.
Good Morning! from Adolfo Bioy Casares’ short story, “Margarita or the Power of Pharmaceuticals”