He trusted the word of their kidnappers. It was sweet, really.
Fatima just shook her head, reaching up to run her fingertips along the waxy surface of one of the blossoms. "Well," she said. "Either way. No way in hell I'm wasting my pretty years on a baby. Wouldn't give them the satisfaction."
Joking about it was easier than facing it head on. The fear and self-loathing and resentment that his words had triggered.
Laugh first, then no one can laugh harder. It was the key to Fatima's survival. Especially in a post 2001 world with a name like 'Fatima.'
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Fatima just shook her head, reaching up to run her fingertips along the waxy surface of one of the blossoms. "Well," she said. "Either way. No way in hell I'm wasting my pretty years on a baby. Wouldn't give them the satisfaction."
Joking about it was easier than facing it head on. The fear and self-loathing and resentment that his words had triggered.
Laugh first, then no one can laugh harder. It was the key to Fatima's survival. Especially in a post 2001 world with a name like 'Fatima.'