Don't look now, Mark, but has The Woman Who Wouldn't Die just come in? Yeah I know you've stuff you really need to bounce off me but that IS her over there at ten past two. Don't look yet! I mean my ten past two anyway. I'm the twelve, not you.
Maybe she stood by him no matter what, because she’d suffered enough heartache. She married her childhood sweetheart and had my brother and me before things fell apart. Her father, who had meant everything to her, died tragically in the projects almost a decade ago. Bernard was her one and only son, and even though it could happen, she didn’t want to believe she could lose him too.
At the start of summer I thought /
only love could make my body
welcome the earth.
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During the final stage of the Cultural Revolution, I got hold of a thick tattered book in English through the underground book club. The cover was gone, front and back, and many pages torn out. It had passed through many hands. Many pages were marked with question marks, explanations and comments in English, Chinese, Russian, and in different handwritings. The title Free Women captured my eyes, along with Anna Wulf’s words “stretching myself” and “living as fully as I can.”