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“She is face down on the table as the hospital machine whirrs closer, and she thinks: she could lose them, these things that she carries, and it would not matter anywhere near as much as she’s told it would matter, though that may be because her breasts have never mattered much to her. “

“It was dark. Cold. I opened my eyes, and it was still dark. Wood at my sides. Softness in the crook of my left arm. My right hand touched a ceiling overhead.”

“The glass was cursed. That was what the twins said the morning Wahala died. They burst into my room, shrieking and bouncing on my bed like it was Christmas Day.”

“When I walk under Darrell and Tabby’s wooden archway leading into their flower garden and koi pond, I hope I’m not intruding. From the rural road we all live on, I waved hello and Darrell waved back.“

“You’re in the bathroom taking the longest whiz of your life when the microwave starts hollering that your food is done…”

Take a cup of organic henna powder. Yes, organic. Otherwise, you’re buying brownish-green dirt and chemicals. Of course, it’ll cost you. Beauty, after all, has a price.