Regrettably, I am About to Cause Trouble

by Amie McNee

I felt her anger.

As daughters do

I nearly always knew what my mother was thinking, as if there were a ghostly unbroken umbilical cord between us.

My woman’s problem was a man’s issue.

I had ended up being the thing I feared.

It did seem that trying to displease everyone else meant mostly displeasing me.

Unleashed. I wanted to be unleashed. On nobody’s rope.

“Women run hot, Maude. If the ladyfolk in the town realised they could find pleasure with their own kind …” She trailed off for a moment. “I think they honestly believe that all women might be put off men entirely.”