Mary is in the throes of early motherhood and is struggling with
START: Is it bad that I imagine strangling him? [...] I mean only at four in the morning. And I’ve given him everything.
END: I swear he wasn’t like this at home and they ran all the tests and then when we got back in the car he started howling. I think he hates me.
Simon Stone, Federico Garcia Lorca. Yerma, Oberon Books, 2017, p. 92
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