Cover

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pp. C-C

Title Page, Copyright, Dedication

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pp. i-viii

Contents

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pp. ix-xii

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Original Sin

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pp. 1-8

One day without provocation my brother hit me with a shovel. That it came as a dark flash from nowhere stunned me as much as the blow, and after the doctor stitched up my head, he peered into my eyes to make certain I had not gone too far into another world. When my parents asked my brother why he had struck me,...

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The Birth of Water Stories

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pp. 9-15

We must make love quickly; I wish the doctors were not waiting right outside the door. I draw aside the white bedsheet and under my touch, whether through familiar reflex or desire, you grow hard enough for me to lift my skirt and climb onto you. They have covered what remains of your face, and instead of looking...

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My Hunt for King Sebastiao

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pp. 16-41

My girlfriend was a beautiful liar. I should say "is." I figure Cecilia is still inventing her answers off in the fog, or wherever it is that people go when we stop seeing them. She'd say things like, for instance, money wasn't important to her, but she sulked when I decided not to go to law school. Then she made it worse by saying...

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Math Bending Unto Angels

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pp. 42-55

Line parabola = Clara standing, then bending to put on her shoes.
) ) ) ( ( ( § was Clara listening to a song only once, and then knowing perfectly how to sing it.
II was Helio walking with her before they joined hands: I - I. If I ⧠ was Clara in front of a window, then I ⧠ X 7 = x, x being unknown, was Clara throughout a week, with her private ...

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Undressing the Vanity Dolls

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pp. 56-74

To buy some time, Reginald peered at the doorknocker. His face danced like a gremlin's on the polished surface. He glanced away, and the door creaked as he opened it and spilled the smell of a sickroom, like a brew of oranges and pesticides, into the street. Professor Dias should be more careful about locking up. But ...

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Island Fever

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pp. 75-76

The mob was yelling at Augusto to stop, but without turning around he dared them to take away his colors. Cowards! he thought. Stop, stop it, they screamed, their anger hitting his back in small hot clouds. He was kneeling at the famous seawall in the yacht harbor ofFaial, painting a smiling crayfish that was holding ...

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The Journey of the Eyeball

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pp. 77-92

It was the dry season, and the pine needles, when they showered down, were golden. Jose often came to this thicket at the edge of the clearing. Two thick roots streamed from the base of his favorite tree and offered themselves to him, with a soft thatch of needles at the fork. He liked to rest his head there, because this twin ...

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Still Life

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pp. 93-95

Margarida had just crushed an ant charging toward the bowl of lemons on the tablecloth. Her grandmother, Maria de Amparo, stood at the sink with the Galliano bottle, frowning at the gilt tear rolling over the lip because it would stain the label an old ivory....

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Fado

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pp. 96-110

One morning I could not find Lucia, my stuffed toy pig. I ran crying next door to Dona Xica Adelinha Costa. Xica buried her Saint Anthony and told him he would stay there until he helped us. Then she kissed me and sent me home. That night I saw Lucia's cloven hoof jabbing out of my bed, and with a shriek I ...

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The Remains of Princess Kaiulani's Garden

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pp. 111-132

"My stomach is singing!" said King Kalakaua.
The children lined up along the wooden wall sensed their stomachs singing also-they always did, when Frank Vasconcellos played his musical instruments, especially his braguinha-but they were afraid to move. For one thing, their mothers had warned them that not so long ago, if the shadow of a commoner fell across...

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Add Blue to Make White Whiter

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pp. 133-138

Mamãe said, "Come watch:' I pulled a chair over to the stove. Then I was tall enough to see clearly. Into the boiled icing she squeezed a drop of blue coloring. The blue swirled into a gyre and then disappeared. The icing went from flat oyster white to heavenly white, as if not blue but the absence of blue had been added....

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How to Grow Orchids Without Grounds: A Manual

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pp. 139-166

On 26 August at 5:35 A.M., in Lodi in north central California, according to the police report, orchids were found at the home of George and Maria Luisa Sousa and their four children. The orchids hung on three small bark slabs nailed high on the rec room wall, which George had recently fitted with inexpensive paneling ...

Acknowledgments

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pp. 167-168

Other Works in the Series, Back Cover

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pp. 169-BC