they act like twins, finishing one another’s sentences, speaking in unison, or repeating one another’s words. Their testimony was like that.
“We saw them doing it,” Beth said.
“They’ve been doing it for a long time now,” Jessica added. “We saw them.”
“At night,” Beth continued. “We knew it was wrong.”
“It’s dirty and filthy and perverted!” Jessica said.
“You can hear them kissing and making noises,” Beth said, making a face, to show her disgust. “Perverted!”
“I never knew Allie was like that, but even before you came to teach us, she lived with another woman,” Jessica said. “I thought she was okay because she had a little boy, but now I know she wasn’t.”
“She must have been doing it with women all the time,” Beth echoed.
“Now she does it with Mary Sullivan.” Jessica had begun to cry. “It’s wrong, but we were afraid to tell before.”
“She’s strong like a man, and she’s mean,” Beth said. “We’re afraid of her.”
And I thought, Oh no, damnit, no! Our “teachers” have mistreated us every day, humiliated us and harangued us. But the misery has gone on for so long, and the sermons have gone on for so long, and we’ve stood together against it all…
But I suppose something like this was bound to happen sooner or later. I only wish the traitors had been strangers from outside. That’s happened before in lesser ways, but after a night or two, we’ve always managed to teach outsiders to keep their mouths shut about anything they’ve seen among their fellow inmates. No member of Earthseed has ever betrayed us in any way—until now.
As Allie was dragged to the front of the room to be punished, she shouted at Beth and Jessica, “They’ll still rape you, and they’ll still lash you and when they’re done with you they’ll still kill you!”
And I screamed at them, “She gave you food when you were hungry!”
So the “teachers” lashed me too.
But what they did to Allie and to Mary Sullivan, that went on and on. Mary Sullivan’s father Arthur begged them to stop, managed to hit one of them and knock him down. So, of course he was lashed. But he bought no mercy for his daughter. Mary was having terrible convulsions, and they went on lashing her. They lashed both women until neither could scream anymore. They made us watch. I didn’t watch. To survive, I kept my head down, my eyes half shut. I’ve been lashed for this behavior from time to time, but not today. Today, all attention was on the two “sinners.”
They lashed Allie and Mary until Mary died.
They lashed them until Allie was lost somewhere within herself. She hasn’t spoken a full sentence since the lashing.
Because I spoke for Allie, I was made to dig Mary’s grave. Better me than Mary’s father. He isn’t in his right mind either. He was forced to watch his child tortured to death. He just wanders around, staring. Our teachers lash him, and he screams from the pain, but when they finish, he’s no different. They seem to think they can torture him into forgetting his terrible grief and his hate.
I can’t stand this. I can’t. I don’t care if they kill me. I will break free of this or I will be dead.
The Faircloth girls have been given a room in what used to be the King house. They have a whole room to themselves now instead of a room shared with thirty other women. They still wear collars, but they’re on permanent cooking duty now. They don’t have to chop wood or do fieldwork or construction work or clear brush or dig wells or graves or do any of the other hard, heavy, dirty work that the rest of us must do. And they don’t know how to cook. Somehow, they’ve never learned to put together a decent meal. So they don’t cook for our “teachers.” They just cook for us. Of course, they’re hated. No one talks to them, but no one does anything to them either. We’ve been warned to let them alone. And they have been given a certain power over us. They can season our food with spit or dirt or shit, and we know it. Maybe that’s what they’re doing, and that’s why the food is so much worse than it was. I didn’t think that was possible—for it to get worse. The Faircloths have managed to ruin garbage. The Sullivan brothers and sisters might kill both Faircloth girls if they get the chance. Old Arthur