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Chapter 37

           Thefirstfightwasagoodone,lotsofbloodandcourage.Therewassomethingtobelearnedaboutwritingfromwatchingboxingmatchesorgoingtotheracetrack.Themessagewasn’tclearbutithelpedme.Thatwastheimportantpart:themessagewasn’tclear.Itwaswordless,likeahouseburning,oranearthquakeoraflood,orawomangettingoutofacar,showingherlegs.Ididn’tknowwhatotherwritersneeded;Ididn’tcare,Icouldn’treadthemanyway.Iwaslockedintomyownhabits,myownprejudices.Itwasn’tbadbeingdumbiftheignorancewasallyourown.IknewthatsomedayIwouldwriteaboutKatherineandthatitwouldbehard.Itwaseasytowriteaboutwhores,buttowriteaboutagoodwomanwasmuchmoredifficult.

           Thesecondfightwasgood,too.Thecrowdscreamedandroaredandswilledbeer.Theyhadtemporarilyescapedthefactories,thewarehouses,theslaughterhouses,thecarwashes-they’dbebackincaptivitythenextdaybutnowtheywereout-theywerewildwithfreedom.Theyweren’tthinkingabouttheslaveryofpoverty.Ortheslaveryofwelfareandfoodstamps.Therestofuswouldbeallrightuntilthepoorlearnedhowtomakeatombombsintheirbasements.

           Allthefightsweregood.Igotupandwenttotherestroom.WhenIgotbackKatherinewasverystill.Shelookedmorelikesheshouldbeattendingaballetoraconcert.Shelookedsodelicateandyetshewassuchamarvelousfuck.

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