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Renovation
… and the same rules which governed the natural world were also true for our family’s own ecosystem. When I was four, … in the event of a superdrought. Though he didn’t come out and say it, I gathered our location over the … women, ex-cons, transexuals estranged from their fundie relations. The first time my sister and I visited the …
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The Fathoms
… Jacuzzi-sized pool. Mrs. Sussman owned the mikvah and was also my attendant, although recently Penina, a shiny-faced … affect a desire to get pregnant in order to be allowed to come to her mikvah, which was small, word-of-mouth only. … to discern from her last look whether my performance had come off or not.  Someone who didn’t know better might have …
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Do You Hear What I Hear?
… More than four hours, plus connections. And with a storm coming? Madness. Louise was a widow, her husband three years … a professor of constitutional law, hadn’t taken women’s studies courses in college. He said that marriage was a … took down the marriage photo of her and Tim in the foyer, also she hid the picture of teenaged Tim. Just in case, she …
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Millennium
… “How her team even won is beyond me,” the dean said. “The points,” Ella Markovna said. She turned very red. “They just … foreign word sitting uneasy on her tongue, reminded me of a comedy sketch from the latest KVN show. One guy, an … to avert his eyes; draped in a plaid scarf, he calmly studied his long, polished fingernails. And what could he tell …
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Santa Tecla
… for meeting in Italy, which was more appealing than most points between Washington, DC, and France. She had imagined … Under the hoped-for circumstances, the light would have come in nicely from the windows, soft and warm on bare skin. … ripped a bow on the left strap too. Of all the recent tragedies, this, at least, was manageable. Little pink bows were …
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Natural Disasters
… shock subside, and your heart rate had begun to slow as oncoming headlights approached. That’s when you felt a sense … brown eyes sweep the room before they return to you. She points toward the knife on the coffee table. Her lips twitch … class lesson plans for the week ahead. J. D. Salinger had died. You’d thought it would be fitting to hold class in …
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