I was afraid the bullet was going to explode... She was the rarest of cases: a woman who had survived her own murder... when she was kidnapped, raped, and shotstruggled to understand my panic and my question.
My mother's body was being prepared for cremation...I imagined the fire incinerating her flesh...she always wore when she appeared in the kitchen at night, emerging from a dream, crinkles around her eyes.
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