Georgette's Revenge

Sins. Nature knows nothing of this. Can thoughts kill? Who wanted me
Claude and I began bickering right after the wedding. He hated my struggle for an Economics degree. I was pregnant when his mother asked me to try saving the vanishing family fortune. I laughed.	Every Sunday the horseraces, the whips, dust, and money. My father was a farmer in Sénégal. My mother worked with him on the farm. She over- saw the harvesters. I recall how the low- flying mosquitoes	of Sénégal nipped at heels but never rose to the level of the heart. The powerful thighs- On Daniel's dresser, a bank of candles glimmers. Pink glass rains over the floor.

The amassed fortune, the amassed power, especially in the neck. To swallow a cry of pain or desire would cost him dearly. I	wept. Against the green truck in the parking lot-the bites I later noticed on my thighs.	I held onto the window frame and rode-feet planted on the running board. Wind in my hair. A wild dancer-
dead and how often did I oblige? The pagans go almost naked (pg. 366). A child eats, eats, loves, is loved. Adult