The only reason Marianna had had Bean baptized was to force her mother to listen to the minister declare, in front of the entire congregation, not to mention God, the name of Bean Morrow. A glorious moment. But her mother had proved more resilient than Marianna had thought, like a new strain of superbug. She’d become immune to the name. Aorta, maybe. Aorta Morrow. Or Burp. Damn, that would’ve been perfect.
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