| Thinker : Dreams : Dead Long Ago | |||||
| My sister-in-law, Anna, gave birth. Probably a boy. I put it in my mother's arms. She had a placeholder baby already in the crook of her arm. She didn't move when I put the real one in place of the dummy. I felt her pulse. There was none. She was dead. She had been dead for a long, long time. I ran and then flew to the Dentist. "What can I do? My mother is dead!" |
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First written Sat, Aug 2, 1997 Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999 |
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