nccotus

obviously when that happened with the kitten freshman year at Harvard and with the Harlem roommate Freshman Year at Kent School I was belabored under the experience of the abortion of Arthur Robyn, a baby by my father at age 13. They knocked me out and took me to a clinic in Manhattan after taking me to the Bronx Zoo. All I remember is the giant turtle. They made me sign a ridiculous paper saying I wanted the abortion. All of this I have pieced together in recent years. Like my mother becoming a competitive tennis player that summer when we joined the private pool and tennis club in New Providence and everything began to change. She suddenly out me on a diet. I have memories that don’t hang together. All of a sudden I was in the back of the car on the way up Skiff Mountain to the old Girls’ School at

Kent and they weren’t saying anything. They just dropped me off and left.