“ONE DAY SHE KNEW. One hour. Must’ve been a window open. And something flew in, frenzied wings beating at her face. She remembered then. Not all of it, but enough. Through the walls of several rooms in Grandma’s house you heard her cry out as if she’d been hit another time. The week following the discharge from the hospital. A few days after Casey showed up, face swollen like raw meat and trying to make a joke of it, he’d walked into a fucking door. And the fat-girl therapist acting weird with T...eena, not friendly like you would expect, not like the nurses at St. Mary’s but strangely sullen, and hurting Teena massaging her atrophied muscles as if Teena deserved to be punished, letting herself go. You ran into the room. There was Momma who’d been walking with her cane, now sitting on the edge of a chair rocking slowly back and forth pressing her fists into her eyes. You saw now clearly that Teena Maguire was no longer a woman whom other women envied, or glanced at in interest and admiration out on the street.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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