“I done been knocked up before, fooling ’round wit’ men,” she said.“Mama took me to Miss Pearl, and she got that baby out my belly wit’ a wire hanger. Hurt real bad, too. They made me drink corn whiskey in orange juice. It taste awful—worse than cast’oil. Then Miss Pearl scraped that baby out. Never was no real baby no how—just blood and mess . . . and pain.”
