When I hugged her there, it was the first time I’d really meant it. I wondered if she’d noticed. We walked to the farthest edge of the orchard, where the noise of the crowds was overtaken by the wind.
They told me God was an angry old man who would rather have me dead than happy. They told me I needed to count my blessings, but to keep in mind that I didn’t deserve them. They told me to keep my head down, cover up, don’t laugh so loud, let the boys talk.
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