Norah siterer Lying under the apple tree av Alice Munro (side 301)
23:56, 8. januar 2016 Ingen har det som favoritt.
The child is turning somersaults in her belly. Her face is hot as a coal and her legs throb and the swollen flesh in between them - the lips the child must soon part to get out - is a scalding sack of pain. Her mother would have known what to do about that, she would have known which leaves to mash to make a soothing poultice.
At the thought of her mother such misery overcomes her that she wants to kick somebody.
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