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I suppose that's the kind of thing
Some girls could ask their moms. But my mom and I didn't talk a whole lot about what makes the world go round. Conversations tended to run toward who'd wash the dishes who'd dust and vacuum, who'd change the diapers. in a house with seven kids, the oldest seemed to draw diaper duty. Mom worked real hard to avoid luvs. In fact, that's the hardest she ever worked at anything. Am I saying my mom was lazy? I guess I am. As more of us girls went off to school each day, the house got dirtier and dirtier. If we wanted clean clothes we loaded the washer. If we wanted clean dishes, we had to clear the sink. Mom watched a lot of TV. She didn't have a job, of course. Dad wouldn't hear of it, which made mom extremely happy. I think she saw her profession as populating the world with girls.
One time between Davie and Roberta I asked mom why she persisted Kept on having baby after baby. She looked at me, at a spot between my eyes, blinking like I had suddenly fallen crazy. She paused pedo re answering as if to confide would legitimise my fears. She drew a deep breath, leaned against the chair. I touched her hand and I thought she might cry. Instead she put baby Davie in my arms and said its a woman's role. I decided if it was my role Id rather disappear.
