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“She was the only member of my family who didn’t disown<br />
me for having you.”<br />
I knew I had a deeper bond with the Goddess of Love<br />
than mere aunt and niece! Her face was probably the first<br />
face I saw as I entered the world. Maybe I imprinted on her,<br />
like those ducklings who think a dog is their mother when<br />
a dog is the first animal they see after they’re hatched.<br />
“Did Aunt Marty, by any chance, carry me to you the<br />
moment I popped out?” I excitedly ask my mother.<br />
Mom doesn’t respond and gives me an exasperated look.<br />
Which exasperates me, too. Why can’t she ever tell me what<br />
I want to hear when I want to hear it?<br />
“Is that the big secret?” I ask, incredulous.<br />
My mother’s nostrils flare. “She left.”<br />
“What do you mean, she left?”<br />
“Marty moved to New York to become Martine.”<br />
I wait. “And?”<br />
“And the last time I saw her, I told her I never wanted<br />
to see her again.”<br />
“That’s it?” My eyes bug out of my head. “You haven’t<br />
spoken to your sister in fourteen years because she moved ?”<br />
“Three years,” Mom corrects me. “We spoke that weekend<br />
in New York. Which cemented my feelings about her.<br />
Martha married Richard, told everyone her name was<br />
Martine, became someone I don’t even recognize, thinks<br />
she’s an expert on men, for heaven’s sake, and left me in<br />
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