Under The Tree That Owns Itself

“You’re a single mother,” the F.B.I. man stated, not questioned.
“Yes,” Christina answered flatly, determined to resist the implications of being interrogated like she was white trash. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“No husband.” Again, a statement.
“Not lookin’. Are you?” she countered.
Agent Lawry noisily pushed his chair back and crossed his legs. “No husband. No boyfriend. You can’t recall the names of any men you may have had…relations with. You have no idea who your daughter’s father is.”
Because there ain’t no father, Christina thought. After what happened after her mother got sick and was sent to the psychiatric ward of the county home for telling the doctor about Osiris exiling her ancestors to Earth for crimes, Christina blanched at her own fate if she told Lawry the truth that she was asexual, as were all her kind, and that she had fertilized her only egg nearly thirteen years ago when The Tree That Owns Itself told her to.