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She’s young here, not yet 20, and her future isn’t writ­ten in her face. She’s expe­ri­enced sad­ness. Her father died when she was young and her fam­ily was reduced to a mean exis­tence, the froth and friv­o­lity of a town life erased by the shad­ows of ten­e­ment rooms.

But she’s smart, pretty and deter­mined. She’ll con­tinue in school, pio­neer the field of den­tal hygiene, move off from her fam­ily, fall in love, bear a son.

Look at her closely. Can you see the demons? They have to be there.

She’ll have her first break­down when her son is 6. She’ll be sent away. She’s treated with elec­tric­ity, shock­ing her brain.

When she comes back she is bet­ter. She tries harder. She doesn’t let on. But, she is always on the pre­car­i­ous slid­ing edge peer­ing at the darkness.

Six years later she dies. Can­cer eats her insides out. Her son can’t bring him­self to remem­ber her. Later, all he will say is, “She was an angel.”

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