These Dreams of You

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Am I a ghost? wonders the woman on the edge of the three-hundred-year-old maze. It seems like the two stand there all afternoon before she pushes Sheba toward the maze’s entrance. “Remember?” she says to the girl, who turns to her. Did I become a ghost, Molly thinks, when I stole the motherhood I never was worthy of? “I’ll come find you,” and Sheba walks toward the entrance with no discernible trepidation, and disappears.