Undoing Her HairLaura Van Prooyen
It was the voice singing in her daughter’s ear that no one but the child could hear, then the phantom in the hall perceived only by the girl and her cat that made the mother think back to the first fever and spinal tap, to her child curled up, delirious at the onset of disease and know the more the body fails, the more the girl speaks of what the mother cannot see, so that even as she holds her daughter on her lap untangling blond and twisted braids she can’t believe she ever thought this girl belonged to her.
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