I am the swan-white Crow, the rare blonde, the most beautiful of all the Crows. I stand out amongst my black-haired relatives like a snowflake on obsidian. Like the bird my family is named after, I adapt. I take what I can to survive. The record stops and the needle moves back to the beginning. Chaka Khan starts singing once again about being every woman—my mantra for tonight—even if slightly untrue. My goal when I go out hunting isn’t to be every woman. When I find my mark, I just need to be the woman he wants. I can figure it out in practically no time at all. Does he…