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Sabine taps the empty bottle thoughtfully against the table. 'No. I did have a husband. Once.' There it is again, that flash of teeth. A smile so slight and yet so dazzling that when María sees it, the ground seems to pitch downhill. She finds herself leaning forward, the urge to follow, or to fall.
'How did he die?' she asks.
The widow's smile widens. 'Slowly.'

[queen shit]

María feels no maternal urge, no envy when she sees a babe swept up into a mother's arms. Everyone insists it is her purpose, and it drives her mad, the idea that the shape of her body determines the shape her life must take.