When she came in after dinner that night, Ruth was no longer an interesting phenomenon, something figuratively to tear apart and investigate: she was talismanic. The washerwoman reported that she had seen a man one day riding out for an early morning hunt, but was unsure of his identity. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. She ran from the knave into the women’s quarters. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. She was powerless to move from her chair.
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