I knew the phrases with which her mind taunted her over the years. “Your body is not worthy of beautiful clothing.” “You will only be beautiful when there is less of you.” “What will people think?”
I’d never seen people dance in real life. Dancing was a forbidden activity that I had been told would lead to pregnancy. I stood in a corner, nervously clutching a bag of Corn Bugles.
The instant I saw them, I recoiled. In anger I thought, “Why are they here? Have they come to gloat over our dead?”
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