The man gave Peggy a long, keen look as though searching his memory. Peggy’s brain sped backward. “Yes it’s me,” she said. “I’ve wondered what it would have been like for me if that shark got you.”
If you love a man so badly that it hurts, and you know you’re only a counterfeit like me, should you take what the gods offer, or should you leave him for some other girl who could give him children with real blood instead of the counterfeit thing?
Illustration by Frederic Dorr Steele