‘What would you? The nuns they would not believe me, and so it was not possible for me to stay. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. A dissipated, loose-living man. She brought her hands up to her head and ripped out two long chunks of her hair, pulling out shreds of scalp. But she has let fall enough for me to understand that she knows about her father’s misdeeds.
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