By Rosemary Collins

Rosemary Collins is a writer and journalist in Manchester.

  1. When I found out at the age of 22 that I was not somehow failing at being liked by others, but that a series of horribly well-meant mistakes by my parents, teachers and pediatricians had kept me from the autism diagnosis I should have had when I was eight, the only thing that cheered me up for months was hunting for serial killers in Copenhagen and Malmö.

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  2. It has been thirty years since the Romano family killed your betrothed, and you have never forgotten. Your mother carries a stick at all times, but not because she is lamed by her bitter old age. Not even your mother remembers a summer as hot as this one. You long to have a child so that your husband’s fields may bear wheat once again. The longing is like a terrible hunger that feeds on your…

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