he doesn't hate you as much as you think, the other day i heard him asking manman, do you think the boy is dead? manman said she didn't know, i think he regrets being so mean to you. all the other youth federation members have disappeared, no one has heard from them, i think they might all be in prison, maybe they're all dead, papa worries a little about you. they've closed the schools since the army took over, no one is mentioning the old president's name, papa burnt all his campaign posters and old buttons, manman buried her buttons in a hole behind the house, she thinks he might come back, she says she will unearth them when he does, no one comes out of their house, not a single person, papa wants me to throw out those tapes of your radio shows, i destroyed some music tapes, but i still have your voice, i thank god you got out when you did. bullets day and night, same hole, same everything, i'm tired of the whole mess, i get so cross and irritable, i pass the time by chasing roaches around the house, i pound my heel on their heads, they make me so mad. Whatever you do, please don't marry a soldier. Your father will probably marry you off now, since I am gone. I really hate having the sun in my face all day long. I am afraid I am going to start having nightmares once we get deep at sea. You thought I was testing your will, but all I wanted was to be near you. Sometimes I felt like you wanted to, but I knew you wanted me to respect you. I look up there and I think of you and all those times you resisted. When I got on board I thought I could still smell the semen and the innocence lost to those sheets. White sheets with bright red spots float as our sail. There are thirty-six other deserting souls on this little boat with me.
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I wanted you to dig your fingernails into my skin and drain out all my blood. Somehow when I looked at you, I thought of fiery red ants. I see you crying like a crushed snail, the way you cried when I helped you pull out your first loose tooth. I look up at the sky and I see you there. I also know there are timeless waters, endless seas, and lots of people in this world whose names don't matter to anyone but themselves. They say behind the mountains are more mountains. "We tell the stories so that the young ones
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Haitian Americans-Social life and customs-Fiction.Ģ. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Dataġ. The following stories have been previously published, some of them in a slightly different form: "Children of the Sea" appeared under the title "From the Ocean Floor" in Short Fiction by Women (October 1993) "A Wall of Fire Rising" appeared under the title "A Wall of Fire" in Cymbals: The National Student Literary Magazine (Summer 1991) "The Missing Peace" in Just a Moment (Pine Grove Press, Fall 1992) and in The Caribbean Writer (July 1994) "Between the Pool and the Gardenias" in The Caribbean Writer (Summer 1993) and in Best of the Small Presses (Pushcart Press 1994) (winner of the Pushcart Prize) and also in Monologues By Women (Heinemann 1994) and "Night Women" appeared under the title "Voices in a Dream" in The Caribbean Writer (Summer 1993) as well as in Brown University's Clerestory (July 1994).
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