CHAPTER NINE
There was a deplorable accident. I don't know how it happened, but I had a miscarriage. No more problem of children. Aunt Hilda had to call my husband to whom I pretended to be much sicker than I really was. I wanted to keep on staying here, in this house which now pleased me a lot for reasons which I did not understand.
My husband left quickly, as he had some urgent work to do, but he understood very well that I still had to stay on a couple of weeks in the paternal home, in order to recover my strength.
Actually, within a week I was up and about. And about the seventh day, I again felt lascivious pricking of flesh. For a while, I thought that the miscarriage would take away my desires. It did not at all.
It was Saturday afternoon that I noticed the pricking. My aunt and
