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When I got back to the hotel at five-thirty Bennett was waiting. He didn’t ask me where I’d been, but he put his arms around me and started undressing me. He made love to me, to Adrian’s slime, to our…
During the bitterest days of my European exile, I turn to the photo album where I keep, along with more recent memories, a few images from my childhood—images that enlarged and corrected, come back to…
“I am Mother of all the tribe,” she said with dignity. “These”—she indicated the women about her—“are mothers of the clans. You may speak—openly. Why is the birth of a male child cause for…