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Women’s Business
When I had a son in his early teens
a Russian thought formed in my head that if a war came I would cut the index finger of his right hand off so that he would be no use for fighting. The part of me which visits hospitals would do the cutting. I wouldn’t care if he hated me for what I did. I might even be pleased. By this time I knew that he was nearly a man, and that if I didn’t cut his finger off or shoot him in the foot, he would go. Even if he was afraid. Even if he thought it was pointless. Now he is a man and I ask him to carry my suitcase.
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