"My stepfather must have hoped that my mother would have other children for him, but she never did, and I think, for that, he hated me. He was not cruel to me, but on the night she died, while she lay in the house-place with her hair combed and her hands folded, and the candles burning at her head and feet, he opened the house-place door and said to me, 'The door is open.' And I walked through it and away."
— Jan 26, 2018 05:45AM
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