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28 a Woman From FreDerickSburG forLenoraR.Davis The blade of the mower slced your toe on a day otherwse unremarkable, slced your bg toe and sent t bouncng lke Mare Antonette’s head from the heavy, sldng gullotne, panfully lke your first daughter who came brght, hgh, and even. You took your toe wth you to the hosptal before mcrosurgery could amend your abrupt amputaton, despte your knowledge of medcne that you dspensed on Saturday afternoons. You leaned back aganst the snk’s counter, smled so that the mole beneath your eye stood n bold relef, smled to explan some prncple of bochemstry. Impromptu lecturer, you made your mark when you escorted a nephew of your soon-to-be husband to Walter’s Art Gallery n downtown Baltmore, where the wealthy come for lunch, n the mdst of the cty’s old-world flavor. You took hm round and around, wated for hs world to open up and admt the lght to gude hs lght, whch you suspected burned dfficultly nsde hm. You watched and talked, explaned Leonardo da Vnc’s genus, because you knew how much ths boy loved machnes but also that he had an artst’s sense of the delcate, the fral. Always the talker, always the savant, your voce sang through the garden 29 at cultvaton tme under the heat. Hoes moved up and down besde you. The horses stood bemused n the shade. You chattered on about classcal educaton, about the strength of black colleges n the South that traned legons of doctors, lawyers, teachers, mnsters, and consummate ntellectuals lke you. That one stout and fral nephew worked besde you n near slence, stopped to punctuate your speeches wth nsght won from hs own books, hs own prvate hours of study and reflecton, not unlke your begnnng. You wore on untl t was too hot to work, when the grass let out ts shrll mournng n stllness. You trudged up the hll past the old garage whch was torn down, on the hlltop where the house stood as sentnel over your Araban horse farm, and where, years later, the mower took your toe whle you were not lookng. You thought nstead, for one fearful mnute, of somethng else, some other thought that connected to the progresson ssued from the source of your mnd, that nvsble pont you sought to effect n the young, the fantly promsng. You empowered them as makers and healers. ...

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