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99 another​Pregnant​Woman​remembers​incest Wailing,​Cassandra​came​over​the​trees​where​we lay,​man​and​woman,​and​opened​our​eyes.​We​were tired​with​the​touch​of​the​still-​ turning​planets,​and tired​with​our​dreams​and​the​murders​we​knew​(we​had kept​generations​of​murder​within​us,​and now​I​was​growing​a​murderer​too). Deep​in​my​belly,​the​baby​was​quietly turning​away​from​the​sound​of​the​wail​that​grew loud,​as​she​crept​in​still​closer​to​open​her​story,​and brushed​her​black​hair​near​our​ears,​while​her​hands,​with whisper-​ through-​ agony​silence,​rested​on​me.​I​lay listening​hard​to​the​sound​of​Cassandra,​the​sound​of​my mother,​the​sound​like​the​sea,​while​the​knife​went​in slowly​and​the​old​man​shuddered,​and​no​one​was left​in​the​bathroom​but​me. ...

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