Renee has no use for a question like this. She isn’t like Agnes down the hall who believes there are alligators and doves nestled thick in egg noodles. She hoped through the flames, he would be re-forged as Diane. The doctor continues to ask questions. She thinks about last night when she tried to bite herself. Digging teeth, she gets frustrated that she cannot make blood. She stares at so sweet a throat as the doctor’s. Did he ever desire to feel pushed and pulled the way she does. The doctor’s teeth are pearly. She does not answer. Rubs the line of plaque between her blackened gums.
