Mary is still staring, trying to make sense of this - she forgot who she was, she forgot her name! - and all half of her can think is that she was lied to again.
The other half, though, is listening.
"You mean you forgot I was not your daughter?" she says, and it's almost incredulous.
"I do not - how was I to know! I do not even know what it is like to be a daughter, not really!"
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Mary is still staring, trying to make sense of this - she forgot who she was, she forgot her name! - and all half of her can think is that she was lied to again.
The other half, though, is listening.
"You mean you forgot I was not your daughter?" she says, and it's almost incredulous.
"I do not - how was I to know! I do not even know what it is like to be a daughter, not really!"