Dichotomy... She was in the cool sterile room, under the surgeon's hand. hips that would not bend. to suit her old body; spread out like a porpoise under water, no sound. The Anaesthetist put her inside the white gaping light of her mind. "the surgeon has something to tell you" I walk to the man who saw my mother die, cloaked in his compassion. I remember her in my rear view mirror, she is still there and doesn't know it, doesn't know me. June 1, 1995 Jean JohnsonBirth sign: Not entered
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