“Night Women” by Edwidge Danticat

Hi this is Lucy Liang. In this story, it was not hard to figure out the profession of the narrator since she constantly hints to us when she talks about the holes in the roof “that none of my suitors will fix for me, because they like to watch a scrap of the sky while lying on their naked backs on my mat” (204) that she is a prostitute. But it is also clear that she does not enjoy it. She still has a heart like a child. She talks about “VilleRose where ghost women ride the crest of waves while brushing the stars out of their hair”, “My fingers coil themselves into visions of birds on his nose”, and hosts that are “as beautiful as floating hibiscus” (205).