Before Eve there was Lilith. Before Lilith, Naomi. And before Naomi, Hannah, Rachel, Deborah, Mary, Ruth and Anwin.
Adam’s memory has never been good. Before Anwin, he remembers only bodies. The blonde one with green eyes. The screamer. The one who couldn’t run. The one whose breasts were too small. The one with nice wrists. The one with too much hair. The one who was stronger than she looked. The one with sharp nails.
After a while even the bodies become indistinct. But he knows there were others, stretching back centuries.
This is as much as he can say. As much as he allows himself to remember.