"Irene, Goodnight" is about my cousin who was killed by her boyfriend in broad daylight on a Sunday morning. She was 34 and a mother of three. The section at the end, which recounts an incident when I was a child at a Salvation Army, seems to veer from the subject, but (I see now) it returns to the silence of our childhood and the way we were taught to endure shame.
Jessica Cuello on "Irene, Goodnight" |
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