Although I never forgot the
incident it didn't really occupy
my mind. It shocked me that she
slapped my face but she was doing
the best she could, one of those
women who struggle to be a mother.
It was just not in her nature and I
had said something she never
wanted to hear, never thought she
would hear and her visceral reaction
was to act to stop me from saying
anything further. After that episode
never did she ask for details or do
anything, probe to determine the
veracity of my claim. I was just a
child, after all, her child. She very
much preferred to believe her sister's
husband did no such thing. To me.
She is long gone. It was eighty years
ago. Thoughts linger. I remember.
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