Tuesday, December 21, 2004


There were months at a time when Tess woke on the hour every hour. Roused sometimes by those who had hurt her. But more often by those she had hurt.

By her middle sister Karin—now married and pregnant and beautiful—at age five, when Tess was eight and they’d slept side-by-side. When, most nights, Karin would ask Tess to cuddle, to hold her close.

And Tess said yes only some of the time.

And now, nearing the end of her twenties and still awoken by a five-year-old’s question, Tess wished she had said yes always.


Blogger عمرو غربية said...

Transcribing your name in Arabic to link to from my blog, it is weird how it also reads as داينا لي, "owing me" in Arabic. I always saw it the other way round.

December 22, 2004 at 3:35 AM  
Blogger dana leigh said...

but, amr, you know that no one owes me.

December 22, 2004 at 8:13 AM  
Blogger Hamuksha said...

Nice word-play :D, seems we are encountering a Master of Puns and Aptronyms, I’m declaring Saheb-el-Ashgar, a good disciple of Naguib Mahfouz!

December 27, 2004 at 12:21 PM  

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