âMary is coming,â she kept telling them. No one had a clue that she was talking about her baby, mainly
because she wasnât pregnant. Se- cretly, she had stalked the woman down the street, timing the attack
so the baby would live through it, but after knocking the woman over the head she couldnât bring
herself to cut it out. She knew she was a coward, and mothers needed courage.
Depressed, she bought a doll, trained for weeks, and finally worked it up her vagina. Just to know how
it felt. But it got stuck in there. She missed work, sleeping most of the week and failing to eat. When the
paramedics arrived and found her in a puddle of infection, she moaned, âMary is coming.â One said,
âMaâam, youâre in shock.â She wanly smiled. âMary means wished for. Isnât that beautiful?â But there
was nothing beautiful about Mary. Still, she wept when they allowed her to hold her. She went to jail
and never saw Mary again.