5 Sword in the Stone • resistance

...his war-torn fingers are trained to ease a trigger, and I remember how he fed us fawns, and mothers and fathers of fawns, throughout the years. I cannot forget the sinews in my plate, or the carcasses falling limp from the back of a blue pickup, or the white bellies hung on an old maple tree. My stepfather's recent telephone calls to my mother are the paralyzing beams of a hunter's headlights; I do not doubt that he will do as he is promising.

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