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“The real curse of womanhood,” I tell them as I shrug off my winter coat and snow-crusted boots, still winded from the three-story walk-up, “is that we never get to forget we have a body.
“Carole didn’t show up this morning. Nobody knows where she is.”
If you knew how much anger I had in me you’d say Thank God she’s not a man