She started with The Universe. Then she wrote The Galaxy, The Solar System, The Earth, Europe, England, Felling, Our House, The Kitchen, The White Chair With A Hundred Holes Like Stars, then her name, Margaret, and she paused.
    'What's in the middle of me?' she asked.
    'Your heart,' said Mary.
    She wrote My Heart.
    'In the middle of that?'
    'Your soul,' said Catherine.
    She wrote My Soul.
    Mam reached down and lifted the front of Margaret's T-shirt and prodded her navel.
    'That's where your middle is,' she said. 'That's where you were part of me.'

       from a short story by David Almond