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224 pages, Paperback
First published September 29, 2020

Sara had refused the sherry her mother had offered her – though she wanted it – because it was sherry, and because it implied permission. The tiny glass of blood in her mother's hand looked good now, though.
“I could have brought the police with me today. That would have been my right. It was recommended to me, in fact.”
“Jesus.” He shook his head. “Why?”
“Why? Because she has the capacity of a child. She can't consent to any of this, not legally. Not to marriage. Not to – ”
At first, Saskia's conversations with Jenny were frustrating. She had to learn not to try to finish words for her sister, to distinguish purposeful blinks from eye-clearing blinks, not to rush through the alphabet, not to ask her too many questions at once. Some days Jenny refused to cooperate, and in the hallways the nurses would whisper to her that Jenny was depressed. On those days, Saskia would hold up books and magazines until Jenny blinked her consent, and then she would read to her.
“Do you ever wonder about consent?” Sara would ask, and Saskia would repeat the things she'd read about safe words and the psychology of the submissive. “But in the car, that text,” Sara would say and Saskia would shrug. What must Jenny have been thinking in that moment?
“Do you think Mattie was happy with him?” Saskia asked. Sara looked at the bar; nodded at the bar.