forehead； almond…shaped eyes and a strong； straight； elegant nose。
As in his childhood； his hands are long and thin and his fingers are jittery and
agile。 He’s wiry； and stands straight and tall； with shoulders on the broad side；
but not as broad as those of a water carrier。 When he was younger； his body
and his face hadn’t yet settled。 Twelve years later； when I first laid eyes on him
from this dark refuge of mine； I immediately saw that he’d attained a kind of
perfection。
Now； when I bring my eye right up to the hole； I see on his face the worry
that plagues him。 I felt at once guilty and proud that he’d suffered so on my
account。 Black listened to what my father said； gazing upon an illustration
made for the book； with a look pletely innocent and childlike。 Just then；
when I saw that he’d opened his pink mouth as a child would have； I
unexpectedly felt； yes； like putting my breast into it。 With my fingers on his
nape and tangled in his hair； Black would place his head between my breasts；
and as my own children used to do； he’d roll his eyes back into his head with
pleasure as he sucked on my nipple： After understanding that only through my
passion would he find peace； he’d bee pletely bound to me。
I perspired faintly and imagined Black marveling at the size of my breasts
with surprise and intensity—rather than