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My mom called her the Mother of the Devil, and my mother meant it with every inch of her being, all five feet of terror. All five feet of her Mother Bear anger went into the name. This Mother of the Devil does have a real name, and for now I will call her Mrs. Williams. She should be dead by now, but as I sit at my laptop I have that feeling of impending doom. She will see this and tear me a new one. That’s how horrified I was of her. I was ten, and her name still causes me fear.