In my beginning is my end.
In my end is my beginning.
East Coker by TS Eliot
Life without memory is no life at all. Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing.
Luis Bunuel
Because sometimes the only way to keep from losing everything is to give everything up.
Ken Kesey
Preface
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy, when skies are grey.”
Emily was singing and Evie was angry; very, very angry.
Evie was acutely aware of the pounding inside her head; the dull thud of the pain was accentuated by the grating high pitched voice as Emily sang on.
Evie remembered the calculating thought process. It was a conscious decision to slow down her actions, to give her daughter time to reflect. She remembered stretching Emily’s hand towards the iron, the feel of its soft dampness in her palm.
Emily was screaming; her innocent face expressing both disbelief and fear. She leant back using her weight but she was too slight, just a child; her socks sliding slowly across the carpet. The hand forced Emily’s palm flat on the ironing board, uncurling each finger deliberately as she tried in vain to maintain a fist.
Evie remembered the feel of the iron in her hand, the weight of it; holding that symbol of domesticity made her feel powerful. Thank God, she was too excited to be patient and wait for the iron to reach full heat. As her daughter’s pleas turned to screams they pierced every atom of her body and she felt an overwhelming sense of peace.
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