Her skin prickled. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. ‘Moi, je vais vous tuer!’ ‘I don’t think so,’ Gerald said through his teeth. Still, that leaves over a million shrines short, not reckoning widows who re-marry. It did not occur to her that they at least had found a way of earning a living, and had that much economic superiority to herself. “Sold again,” she remarked. I can get into my clothes.
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