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I'm in trouble, she said to him. That was the first time in history that anyone had
ever spoken of me.
It was 1932 when she was just fourteen years old and men like him worked all day for one
stinking dollar.
There's quinine, she said. That's bullshit, he told her.
Then she cried and then for
a long time neither of them said anything at all and then their voices kept rising until they were screaming at
each other and then there was a another long silence and then they began to talk very quietly and at last he said well,
I guess we'll just have to make the best of it.
While I lay curled up, my heart beating, in the darkness inside
her.
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