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"
Good
girl
.
Neither
do
I
.
Let
’
s
say
that
when
I
was
a
little
baby
,
and
all
my
bones
soft
and
malleable
,
I
was
put
in
a
small
Episcopal
cruciform
box
and
so
took
my
shape
.
Then
,
when
I
broke
out
of
the
box
,
the
way
a
baby
chick
escapes
an
egg
,
is
it
strange
that
I
had
the
shape
of
a
cross
?
Have
you
ever
noticed
that
chickens
are
roughly
egg
-
shaped
?
"
"
You
say
such
dreadful
things
,
even
to
the
children
.
"
"
And
they
to
me
.
Ellen
,
only
last
night
,
asked
,
‘
Daddy
,
when
will
we
be
rich
?
’
But
I
did
not
say
to
her
what
I
know
:
‘
We
will
be
rich
soon
,
and
you
who
handle
poverty
badly
will
handle
riches
equally
badly
.
’
And
that
is
true
.
In
poverty
she
is
envious
.
In
riches
she
may
be
a
snob
.
Money
does
not
change
the
sickness
,
only
the
symptoms
.
"
"
You
talk
this
way
about
your
own
children
.
What
must
you
say
of
me
?
"
"
I
say
you
are
a
blessing
,
a
dearling
,
the
brightness
in
a
foggy
life
.
"
"
You
sound
drunk
—
anyway
intoxicated
.
"
"
I
am
.
"
"
You
aren
’
t
.
I
could
smell
it
.
"
"
You
are
smelling
it
,
sweetheart
.
"
