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. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. . To be no longer with Martha was strange. Maggot. . “I don’t think she will,” she said.
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