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Henderson had shrunk. And the APPLE STORE with its glass windows and taunting fruit hauntingly appeared one day as if out of smoke. Seated on high haunches, as if a castle of white and gray and so much glass, the apple rising symbolically from its roof, rising even higher than the tree.
In my dating life, so many men--almost always White--have looked at me hungrily, their jaws slack, their eyes half-closed, and said, “You know, I’ve never hooked up with a Black guy.”
“humans ruin everything,” Mom used to whistle harshly under her breath. “always poking around where they have no business.” Mom was a drowner. She hated her job, hated culling anything that she couldn’t eat, but she was the best hunter in our pod, and so she was, of course, a drowner.