“You did that, too,” Alice said. “You’ve lived through it all. You ought to tell your whole story. Write your book, like the Unnamed.” “You sound like my mother.” “It’s good to leave behind your understanding. Other people can learn from it.” Etta’s hand came to settle on her low belly. “I wish my whole life wasn’t filled with people asking me what I was going to leave behind. Can I just fucking live?”
