I broke down a third time when I saw the tombstone the family had chosen. “Sandra R. Moore, Beloved Wife and Mother.”I don’t remember the graves...de service or the wake that followed. One family member or another was at my side the whole time. When it was over I went home, only to be completely reminded of her presence. It took three months before I finally allowed her things to be packed up. I’d taken the pillowcase she’d slept on the last night of her life and sealed it, bringing it out on her. Her breasts lifted as she fastened it around her neck and fed the tongue through the clasp. Studs and rings glinted in the flickering candlelight. She looked at herself in the mirror, almost disbelieving what she saw. Not so much that she wore nothing more than leather and looked every inch a slave, but that she saw the unmistakable glow of confidence and anticipation that had been absent not so long ago. At that time, she would have averted her eyes from the sight in the mirror — that and. More

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