Prologue
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PROLOGUE
This story ends in blood.
Every story begins in blood: a squalling baby yanked from the
womb, bathed in mucus and half a quart of their mother’s blood. But
not many stories end in blood these days. Usually it’s a return to the
hospital and a dry, quiet death surrounded by machines after a heart
attack in the driveway, a stroke on the back porch, or a slow fade
from lung cancer.
This story begins with five little girls, each born in a splash of her
mother’s blood, cleaned up, patted dry, then turned into proper
young ladies, instructed in the wifely arts to become perfect partners
and responsible parents, mothers who help with homework and do
the laundry, who belong to church flower societies and bunco clubs,
who send their children to cotillion and private schools.
You’ve seen these women. They meet for lunch and laugh loudly
enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear. They get silly after a
single glass of wine. Their idea of living on the edge is to buy a pair of
Christmas earrings that light up. They agonize far too long over
whether or not to order dessert.
As respectable individuals, their names will appear in the paper
only three times: when they’re born, when they get married, and
when they die. They are gracious hostesses. They are generous to
those less fortunate. They honor their husbands and nurture their
children. They understand the importance of everyday china, the
responsibility of inheriting Great-Grandmother’s silver, the value of
good linen.
And by the time this story is over, they will be covered in blood.
Some of it will be theirs. Some of it will belong to others. But they
will drip with it. They will swim in it. They will drown in it.
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