[Doro] glanced at Rina in annoyance. Rina shrank back against the wall.
“What’s the matter with you?” he asked. “Do you think you’re safer over there?”
“Don’t hurt me,” she said. “Please.”
“Why would you beat a three-year-old like that, Rina?”
“I didn’t do it! I swear. It was a guy who brought me home a couple of nights ago. Mary woke up screaming from a nightmare or something, and he-”
“Hell,” said Doro in disgust. “Is that supposed to be an excuse?”
Rina began to cry silently, tears streaming down her face. “You don’t know,” she said in a low voice. “You don’t understand what it’s like for me having that kid here.” She was no longer slurring her words, in spite of her tears. Her fear had sobered her. She wiped her eyes. “I really didn’t hit her. You know I wouldn’t dare lie to you.” She stared at Doro a moment, then shook her head. “I’ve wanted to hit her though –so many time. I can hardly even stand to go near her sober anymore…” She looked at the body cooling on the floor and began to tremble.
This month’s selection is Mind of My Mind, the second in the Patternist series.
Some free floating framing questions:
1. How does Butler depict the post-slavery world?
2. Are our minds inherently fragile or resilient?
3. How are people shaped by violence?
4. Approaching this book, after reading Wild Seed, what do you think about Doro’s humanity or inhumanity?