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SUZAN LORI PARKS BANGER AFTER BANGER

I was trying to say it's all right
that Cecil left. It was.. a relief in a way. I never was what
he wanted to see, so it was better when he wasn't looking at
me all the time.

and he walks around like there's
loose boards in the floor and you know who laid that floor,
I did.

I liked him sitting. Big old faded blue man in the
chair. Quiet.

You're not having a good time! Whoever promised
you a good time? Do you think I've had a good time?

They don't mean to get on your nerves. They don't even
mean to be your family, they just are.

She is chatty and nosy and this is her house.

(hester recoils from her kids.)

Take out ur womans parts. A spay.

place:here, time:now

Had she not given this man her youth? Had she ever justly deserved his meanness?

tariq do not.... TARIQQQQQQQQQQQQ

She said this in a pragmatic, almost indifferent, tone, and Mariam understood that this was a woman far past outrage. Here was a woman, she thought, who had understood that she was lucky to even be working, that there was always something, something else, that they could take away.

Mariam heard the answer in his laugh: that in the eyes of the Taliban, being a communist and the leader of the dreaded KHAD made Najibullah only slightly more contemptible than a woman.

Mariam bounced her stiffly, a half bewildered, half grateful smile on her lips. Mariam had never before been wanted like this. Love had never been declared to her so guilelessly, so unreservedly. Aziza made Mariam want to weep.

And though her throat was parched with thirst and her feet burned with pins and needles, it was a long time before Mariam gently freed her finger from the baby's grip and got up.

The girl mumbled something unintelligible and pushed a meatball around in her bowl. Rasheed nodded thoughtfully, as though she'd said the most clever thing he'd ever heard. Mariam had to look away.

"One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls"

god i fucking love books where we go through generations of women.... god i fucking love it

Laila had been to funerals before where she had seen women like this, women who relished all things that had to do with death, official consolers who let no one trespass on their self appointed duties.