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her stomach floods itself with acid and she knows, she knows she hadnothing to do with this. He carves the roast, not her. It’s too big for her littlehands, he always laughs, babying the blade with an oilcloth before putting itaway himself.There are marks on the bone, the same marks that slashed up the back ofthe hairbrush, black scaldings, black letters in a language set in directopposition to the friendly kinds of letters that spell out Orpington’s OrganicCo-Op over the place where the evening roast flies joyfully to your arms.And it is not a chicken bone. Sophia wants it to be. More than anything,in this blue-washed moment with the stars craning their necks toward her inparticular, more than anything she wants it to be a chicken bone. To smellof sage and rosemary and butter. But it doesn’t, because it can’t. It smellsonly of time and loneliness and wild, hot, endless sands.Sophia cannot help knowing what she knows. She is standing in herbeautiful open floor-plan kitchen in her perfect sprawling house holding thetip of a human finger.
CORTLAND14. Smoking of any substance and drinking of spirits by female Residents are not permitted due to possible damagesincurred to the Property.15. If approached by the Association’s Representatives, Residents will behave with decorum and deference,providing any documents, evidence, testimony, or information requested, and executing with promptness any and allsolicited action(s).
Page 2 and 3: Begin ReadingTable of ContentsAbout
Page 4 and 5: For Kris, Cylia, and SarahTurtles a
Page 6 and 7: WINESAPI was made for him.It is mor
Page 8 and 9: million detailed leaves she must po
Page 10 and 11: And then, for no reason whatsoever,
Page 12 and 13: and hot sands stretching away into
Page 14 and 15: EMPIREMrs. Lyon lounges grandly on
Page 16 and 17: know that look. We all know it. The
Page 18 and 19: “What did she do? The criminal, I
Page 20 and 21: “We’re all happy, Maestro,” M
Page 22 and 23: SNOWSWEET10. Holiday displays and o
Page 24 and 25: That’s all the chairs have ever b
Page 28 and 29: CAMEOThe moon melts in through the
Page 30 and 31: of them, strolling the parks, check
Page 32 and 33: “No,” she gasps. “Never. I lo
Page 34 and 35: GALAThe night dazzles Sophia.Firefl
Page 36 and 37: of Bliss to Come unfolds onstage as
Page 38 and 39: sauce on the earth. But when Sophia
Page 40 and 41: BRAEBURNThe house lies dark on a da
Page 42 and 43: But Sophia didn’t. She still does
Page 44 and 45: BLACK TWIGSophia runs until her bre
Page 46 and 47: salesman? Is there something you la
Page 48 and 49: “NO,” she screams in his face,
Page 50 and 51: “I lied because he would have mad
Page 52 and 53: “Ask me,” he says in defeat.
Page 54 and 55: JUBILEESophia reassembles her house
Page 56 and 57: and the Lord God my Father breathed
Page 58 and 59: “Your Father is my Father too. He
Page 60 and 61: Eat it, you fucking pig, eat it.But
Page 62 and 63: ALSO BYCATHERYNNE M. VALENTEThe Lab
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