" His scar?” My skirt was heavy with blood, pooled between my thighs, seeping slowly through the cotton. It tickled when it dripped onto my skin, into my pubic hair, over the labia. I was not wearing underwear. You remember. “He never would tell me.”
“That fucking Malloy.” He laughed. “He ruptured his appendix when he was a kid "

― Susanna Moore , In the Cut