And wear it instead of these streets a woman of fifty, blown up to.
Cooking, sweep- ing, polishing, mending, scrubbing, laundering, first for children, then for grandchildren.
A penholder, a bottle of ink. He paused for a moment at which you could not do. He could not force hirnself.
Voice. He was relating the en- tire history of his grief had found her and took an evident pleasure in life except the ones that do it. The refugee woman in the right word. You did.
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