Of course the only two times she’d ever had sex she ended up pregnant. Because if sex wasn’t for pleasure, then it had to be for a cause. And babies must be her cause, like it or not. This, at least, is what she told herself. The second pregnancy was easier than the first. She knew what to expect. She wasn’t alone. The Mexican, who’d been with her during much of the first pregnancy, was with her still. And this was theirs. This strange thing growing inside Nora belonged not only to her, but also to the Mexican. It brought them closer. It brought all of them closer, in the way we hoped one day our own families would be brought closer. Nora to the Mexican, but also Nora to the girls, her daughters. The sisters. Her face fattened. She stared at it endlessly in mirrors, and in windows strong enough to hold reflections. She blew her cheeks out at the girls. “I look like a chipmunk,” she would say. “I’m hideous.” The girls would giggle, blow their own cheeks out in imitation.
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