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Go Fox by Helen Dunmore5/27/2023 ![]() ![]() Our day was almost spent when the bell rang and Philo rushed to tell me that Hannah was downstairs, waiting for me in the kitchen. Tomorrow we would wake and live our common day. In the morning Diner would pull on his boots, saying, 'Lizzie, put me up some bread and fat bacon.' He would eat it with the men and he would not taste it unless I put in a handful of pickled walnuts to please him. I would go back to bed, and close my eyes so that I too would appear to sleep. His eyes were on me, drying the water, pulling away the light. I turned back to the bowl to take up one more scoop of water, but I could not drink. I would not let him guess that I had seen the glint of his eyeball. The moon shone while he lay as still as a fox. ![]() ![]() Perhaps it was nothing for a husband to spy on his wife's nakedness but I felt as if he had stolen a part of me. ![]()
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