I think that it was important to me that I didn't know, or more startling, that now I couldn't know, not really. So, I asked, remembering that room where we were forbidden to go, and those Siamese cats she kept in that chicken coop into which no one else dared stick their hand. Then I realized that was the wrong question. But I did so, cryptically. It seemed to fit after all.
Women move behind the veil of marriage, of motherhood, of domesticity.
In that respect, they encrypt themselves as women. They lock away the code necessary to understand why they must move behind veils. Immense pockets of language lay unrehearsed like lines from a play ghost-written by Shakespeare's sister. What is not said behind veils would fill an entire epoch, not to mention a history. Yes, I want them back.