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hear from himhe was a soldier. She received a somewhat sheepish
letter asking for a little money. But she did not see her sonwho had become Divineuntil quite some time
laterin Pariswhere she had gone for an operationas do all women from the provinces. Divine was then
living in rather grand style. Ernestinewho knew nothing about her viceguessed it almost instantly and
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not hearing his remark.
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affected her opinion of herself to know that she had brought forth a monstrous creatureneither male nor
f[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]lescion or scioness of the Picquignysambiguous issue of a great familyof which the siren Melusina
was mother. Mother and son were as remote as if they had been at a distancelooking into emptiness: a
grazing of insensitive skins. Ernestine never said to herself“He is flesh of my flesh.” Divine never said to
herself“All the sameshe's the one who crapped me out.” But Divine wasfor her mothera pretext for
theatrical gesturesas we showed at the beginning. Divineout of hatred of that bitch of a Mimosawho
detested her motherpretended to herself to love and respect her own. This respect pleased Darlingwholike
a good pimplike a real bad boyhadde