Immediately, Charlotte had burst out sobbing.
And what sobs! I thought I knew Charlotte's sobs, but I was wrenched heart and soul by what I heard.
She lie on the floor like a dying beast, holding her skirt in one lifeless hand while Lili, unnerved, continued to ram her from the rear. And all the time she sobbed out great wailing cries. Not tears, but racking, choking, rending cries that shook her body unceasingly.
Teresa said quickly as she passed by me, “They kept her from coming. It's the kid's fault. She should never have tried to keep her from coming when she was ready. That's what always happens.”
Even so, the crisis was so strong this time that it frightened even her sisters as much as it did me. With Teresa, they picked her up and stretched her out on the divan, taking her in their arms. But the storm didn't cease as quickly as it had burst, and it was only some time before Charlotte could overcome her sobs enough to gasp out these few despairing sentences:
“You're right, my Lili… I'm as stupid as… as a whore… I'm nothing but a bitch and a moron… Everyone mocks me… And no one will ever love me.”
