As a good Irish Catholic, Flick had been raised with shame, like a cucumber pickled in vinegar and spice. She knew what it was like to be so saturated by it so completely that it was almost impossible tell where you ended and guilt began. In fact, her childhood been filled with large, powerful, creative women, all pretending to be small, cheerful and uncomplicated – frightened of what might happen if they let themselves go. And it was shame that had accomplished this feat so effectively – binding them like corsets. Shame for being strong, shame for being interesting, shame for being human. It had baffled and frustrated her a little girl, but it infuriated her now.
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