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Once, when we were just girls, Barbara and I undressed and explored the folds of our girlhood. This was in Crawford, beneath the famous brush, where Daddy went to pour his sadness into heavy tumblers. I touched a spot that made me twinge and stifled a giggle. Barbara regarded me with her cautious, feline curiosity. My fingertips smelled of the ocean. I thought of my mother in her fortress of books, a dead body on her conscience. The soft clench of her jaw. I touched again, harder.'
I totally have a boner!
