donât like food.â Lee was making notes in her notebook. âDo you like men?â
âWho thinks about men anymore?â Anna snapped back. âAt my age?â
âAt any age? Did you ever like them at any age?â
Janet, who was doing something at the sink, called over, âMy mother was always a glamour girl, Lee. She had the worldâs most beautiful legs. Men were gathered on the front porch like bees to honey.â
âAnd I sprayed them with DDT,â Anna remarked.
âSo,â Lee said, taking more notes. âAnd did you like sex?â Lee asked her. The nerve of the woman. And with Annaâs young granddaughters wandering in and out of the kitchen.
âLike it, not like it, itâs a fact of life, it sits there like the nose on your face.â
âA person could have a nose job,â Lee said. âNot that I would.â
âNothing is wrong with my nose,â Anna told her.
âMrs. Goldman, do you consider yourself an affectionate person?â
This Janet answered for Anna. âIf you mean is my mother a huggy, kissy type? She definitely is not. Sheâs all business.â
âForgive me, Mrs. Goldman,â the interrogator said, âbut I must ask you this. Were you ever sexually abused as a child?â
All three of Annaâs granddaughtersâwho happened to be in the room just thenâlooked at their grandmotherâs face, waiting for an answer.
âWhy would you ask that!â Anna asked, angry now. âHow does your mind work? Maybe this is the end of the interview, if you donât mind.â
âMa,â Janet said, trying to placate her. âLee has had some problems of that nature in her life. Maybe she just wonders if you might have had some, also. These days weâre learning that it wasnât such a rare occurrence in a family.â
âIâm in therapy now about my abuse,â the lesbian told Anna, âI can talk about it freely. In fact, thatâs what is helping me to be healed. And in a way, I think you exhibit the classic symptoms of someone who has been sexually abused. No enjoyment of food. Recoiling from physical affection. These are prime markersâ¦â
âI watch Oprah, too,â Anna said. âI think itâs all cooked upâeveryone suddenly remembers someone peeked at them in the bathtub and they rush to call the police and arrest everyone in the family.â
âItâs quite normal to be defensive,â Lee said. âI forgive you for your anger. No one wants to admit their privacy was violated by someone they trusted.â
Anna stood up. âDonât psychoanalyze me anymore,â Anna said. âItâs making me nauseated. The interview is over.â
This idea, however, sat in Annaâs mind like an ugly bug. She went to see her sister Gert to ask her what she might remember about their childhood and if any men had ever done anything bad to either of them.
âWho told you something?â Gert said, suddenly on guard.
â No one told me something. Iâm asking you to tell me something.â
âItâs not about Sam, is it?â
âI didnât say anything about Sam. I canât even remember Sam.â
âI remember him perfectly. He was such a handsome boy, he had such strong arms and shoulders. But why are you askingâdid someone tell you something about Sam?â
âWhat has he got to do with anything? Did he do something bad?â
âIf he did, it wasnât his fault,â Gert said. âMama allowed him to sleep with us when he came home on leave from the army. We had no extra beds, we had to share.â
âHe slept with us?â
âYou canât really blame him,â Gert said. âHe was young and healthy, Mama put him in a little narrow bed with you, you were already twelve, sometimes he slept with me, itâs human nature, maybe he didnât even know he was