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River Woman A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Hemans, Donna
  • Author:  Hemans, Donna
  • ISBN-10:  0743410408
  • ISBN-10:  0743410408
  • ISBN-13:  9780743410403
  • ISBN-13:  9780743410403
  • Publisher:  Washington Square Press
  • Publisher:  Washington Square Press
  • Pages:  256
  • Pages:  256
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2003
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2003
  • SKU:  0743410408-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  0743410408-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 100251736
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As she washes her laundry in the Rio Minho, Kelithe is startled from her daydreams by women's screams. It is not until she sees a small body in the shallow water that she realizes what has happened. Her young son has drowned. The Women of Standfast, Jamaica, whisper that she let Timothy die so that she could seize her chance to join her mother in America. Numb with grief, Kelithe lacks the strength to confront them. She can only wait for the funeral. And for her mother to come stand by her at last.
What really happened at the river? It is a question Kelithe's mother cannot ask and an accusation Kelithe will not answer. And it lies at the heart of this shattering novel of promises kept and broken. In spare prose, Donna Hemans lays bare the human heart, exploring the unyielding bonds joining mother and child and the many facets of truth.Donna Hemanswas born in Jamaica. She earned an undergraduate degree in English and journalism from Fordham University and an M.F.A. from American University. She lives in Maryland.Chapter One: The Drowning

Women around me were screaming, running, and somebody was shouting, trying to get my attention. They'd left their clothes upon the rocks where they were beating out the yellow stains that their husbands' sweat had left in the armpits of the shirts. Soapsuds were still on their arms.

I could hear the pitter-patter of their feet on the gravel that had been washed over thousands of times by the river, or covered completely when heavy rains swelled the river and made it impossible for us women to gather there.

I saw when Pam hiked her skirt above her thick, scarred knees and kicked off her broken-down sneakers, so she could run faster. The other woman, whose baby always had one hand in her mouth and the other wrapped in her mama's skirt, violently shook the infant's hands away. I saw Carol's breasts swinging from side to side underneath her red T-shirt. Her dark nipples protruded because the water frlc
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