asked quietly. âAre you going to run down and tell the damn media every sordid detail?â
âIâm not a plant,â Kate said.
âAre you different ?â There was a sort of nastiness to the question. Kate held the file closer.
âExcuse me?â
âDo you keep secrets?â
âWhat?â
âYour face,â Marlene said. âThat cut. She likes them different.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Kate felt herself constrict, pull inward. This was what she had wanted to hear, yet the whitewashed walls of the room seemed too close.
âYouâve looked at my file or else you wouldnât be here. If you didnât notice it the first time, look again. Iâm not â¦â she paused. â⦠typical. I was born female. Iâm still a woman. But I guess some people might not think I am. She likes that.â Marleneâs voice shook, but not from shame. âShe likes the ambiguity because it makes a real difference when she changes us. You know the legend, right? When she was alive, she killed young women and bathed in their blood to stay beautiful.â
âThatâs not the way I heard it. I heard that she killed children after her daughter died,â Kate said.
âItâs different wherever you go,â Marlene said, shaking her head. âSheâs still killing women. She wants women. But you have to understand something.â Marlene bent forward, those bright blue eyes coming closer, her mutilated face filling Kateâs vision.
Kate wanted to lean away, but the back of her chair kept her from doing so.
âShe wants women who will want her back. She has her own little collection of freaks that have kept her here. She may not be alive, but she exists. Sheâs existed all this time. And she canât be stopped.â
By now, Marleneâs bandaged hand was clutching Kateâs wrist, and Kate could see blood seeping throughâshe must have pulled some stitches. Kate was beginning to think this was a terrible idea. The more she looked at Marlene, the more she looked like Mary.
âYou have no idea. But you will. She did that to you, didnât she?â Marlene said.
âIt was my cat.â
âBullshit,â Marlene spat. âWhat does she want with you?
Whatâs wrong with you? It doesnât matter where you go, sheâs in the mirrors. Do you see any mirrors in here? No, I told them to take them out. But I still see her, wherever there are reflections.
She wants to finish the work done on me. And then sheâll get you. There were three other women. Youâve probably seen them on the news. At least one of them looks like sheâs different. But weâre all women. And thatâs what she wants from us. Donât you understand? She wants women.â
âI should go,â Kate said, standing and trying to extricate her wrist, but Marlene clutched at her as though she was falling.
âNo! You have to listen,â Marlene hissed. She twisted in her bed. âSheâll make you wish for death. Please, they wonât believe me, but you do, donât you? Youâve seen her. Sheâs touched you. Donât let her fool you. Donât let her take you. Sheâll kill you like all the others. She takes what makes you a woman. And she emasculates you. Yes . You believe me now? How else would I know?â
Kate stopped pulling away. Marleneâs grip loosened until it was just her fingertips against the sensitive blue veins on the underside of Kateâs wrist. She stared into Marleneâs too bright blue eyes. Now she needed to know. She needed to know.
âShe took my breasts,â Marlene said. âShe took my lips. She took my face. She took my stomach. She punctured what might have been my uterus in another life. She took myâshe sliced into me and took my fallen testes. It doesnât matter what the doctor calls themâthat might as well
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