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<em>Joy and rage and wild animal gladness and shame become tangled together in the multicolored skein of fourteen-going-on-fifteen as I recall that devastating moment when I was suddenly more woman than child, years ago in Miss Lottie’s yard.
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By the time I was fourteen, my brother Joey and I were the only children left at our house, the older ones having left home for early marriage or the lure of
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<em>the city, and the two babies having been sent to relatives who might care for them better than we.
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And I remember, that year, a strange restlessness of body and of spirit, a feeling that something old and familiar was ending, and something unknown and therefore terrifying was beginning.</em>
