From the corner of the room, across from where their foreign guests stood, Lot's wife heard what her husband offered the mob when it demanded that the strangers come outside: "I have daughters, virgins both. I will bring them out here, and do what you will with them, but do not touch these men who have taken shelter beneath my roof."
Every tear that Lot's wife then would have cried instead hardened inside her, becoming a lump in her throat, a knot in her bowels, a clenched fist that she felt in all the other muscles of her body; and every tear traveled to the field within her that had been given to Lot to grow his nation, until the field was dead and dry, just as her heart for him now lay fallow. Never again would she bear his child. She would find a way to make certain of that.
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