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“
I
prefer
to
stand
.
”
“
Your
mother
sat
at
my
feet
once
.
”
“
I
’
m
not
my
mother
.
”
“
You
hate
us
a
little
,
eh
?
”
She
looked
toward
the
door
,
called
out
:
“
Jessica
!
”
The
door
flew
open
and
Jessica
stood
there
staring
hard
-
eyed
into
the
room
.
Hardness
melted
from
her
as
she
saw
Paul
.
She
managed
a
faint
smile
.
“
Jessica
,
have
you
ever
stopped
hating
me
?
”
the
old
woman
asked
.
“
I
both
love
and
hate
you
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
The
hate
—
that
’
s
from
pains
I
must
never
forget
.
The
love
—
that
’
s
.
.
.
.
”
“
Just
the
basic
fact
,
”
the
old
woman
said
,
but
her
voice
was
gentle
.
“
You
may
come
in
now
,
but
remain
silent
.
Close
that
door
and
mind
it
that
no
one
interrupts
us
.
”
Jessica
stepped
into
the
room
,
closed
the
door
and
stood
with
her
back
to
it
.
