The oven of Sylvia Plates

My name is Sid Argo. My house is the city of Cork, one of the most conservative and religious in Pennsylvania. We have a kind of Bible (it is called the Charter), opening which, in the first hundred and fifty pages, you will see a set of rules, including the obligation of prayers, services and prohibitions. Bannies for everything. You can’t speak loudly on the street. You can not violate the commandant hour. Religious meetings should not be missed. It is forbidden. It is forbidden. It is forbidden. Nothing but a secret sensation of their own insignificance ...
But at the very end of summer a new family comes to the city, and something begins to be elusively, but inevitably change. My worldview, my views ... everything is questioned. You, Florence Wiertail, are in doubt. And for some reason I believe you