The Tribe
I ask, almost whispering.
Tess lets out a little laugh. “It’s my daughter, Anne. Remember her?” She says, looking at me quizzically.
“Oh, of course. I’m sorry, sweetie. You’re a little far for me to see clearly.”
“No problem. So, I’ve done a little research while you guys were talking. According to this, Amazons were these vicious, heartless warrior women who hate men, using them only for procreation, killing them once conception is confirmed, and would do the same thing to children who turned out to be boys.” She says, and I don’t have to look to know that rattled the men in the room, putting them on alert.
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