QUOTE : <em>If you have a son, how will you love him? </em><br />She is pacing the living room, <br />while the Thanksgiving Day Parade <br />plays behind her, a montage of inflated <br />cartoon bodies, floating slow <br />down 6th Avenue, smiles <br />painted onto their faces. <br /><br />I consider not responding. <br />I consider explaining that I can love him and not trust him. I consider saying that I won’t <br />love him at all. Just to scare her. Instead, I say, <br /><br /><em>If I am ever murdered, like, <br />body found in a ditch, mouth <br />stuffed with dirt, stocking <br />around my neck, identified <br />by my toenails, please don’t go <br />looking for a guilty woman.</em><br /><br />("My Grandmother Asks Why I Don't Trust Men")