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- University of North Carolina Press
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- Copyright © Berea College
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- 1940-5081
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Abstract
FICTION Tavia Hollenkamp They call me Sissie but I am Lona Faye. I am eight years old and I am old old old like Aunt Pearl and nobody knows it but me. I'm afraid of the dark for it is red like blood and it can smother me suck me up swoosh like a big whirlwind and make me die. I am eight and Rachel is twelve and Iva is ten and Wade is six and Sammy is five and Jacob is four and Ola Mae is two and Clayton is the baby but he won't be the baby for long for there is another baby in Mama's big belly. Mama sits at the table now, and Iva is on the floor rubbin Mama's swelled-up feet. I look hard at her belly poochin out and I try to see through to the little baby. I don't think it would want to come here if it knowed what I know, and I wish I could tell it so. "Ain't that enough?" Iva asks Mama and then she says, "Doreen's mama and daddy got them a Christmas tree. Wish we had us one." "Piss on Doreen," Mama says. "Rub some
Journal
Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press
Published: Jan 8, 1992