I dyed my hair red, I screeched like an owl, I wandered in the wilderness until I created myself anew. Back home, back at church, among my college friends and the folks who had known me—known him—to them, I became a Lilith, a terror, a nightmare, a demon wife: a woman possessed of herself, bereft of God and country, lost to all hope; a woman who had fled righteousness, whose example must be kept from your children and most especially your daughters. Hang charms around their necks and pray over them before they go to sleep lest their dreams take them to some faraway place where they, too, are
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