On the page 38

Stories from Estella

Sometimes when I ought to speak, someone else's head pushes against my throat from inside. I gasp with my mouth open and my throat swells. After minutes of pushing in vain, the thought is aborted. What was I going to say? Perhaps this? That a baby’s head tried to get out from my mouth? And it is only after drinking a few glasses of water, it resigns, find a corner of his own inside me. What a dickhead.

- Jean