Tears rolled down the girl's cheek. She hung up. We already know their answer. We see it on the news, hooded and handcuffed, every night. But we only know it in part.
Blood is love.
It's not about love. I wanted to see what the world had to offer me. She'd had an abortion. These girls just up and left the dangerous rush of the world, the battle of the sexes. They pulled in all the scattered pieces of themselves, sat like stones at prayer.