Even before she had begun to adapt to her new
surroundings, before even the assault that would bring Brother Skunk within her
orbit, ache1 was already contemplating some way in which she might
provide escape for whatever she imagined still clung fast to the wall of her
uterus, whether physical or otherwise, knowing too it was this perceived
remnant that might also prove the very reason she could not, the old Indian
rope trick hoax reversed upon itself, a body formed of thin air gravitating
back into that same spirited existence from which it had only recently been
forced to abscond.
