On the floor, underneath the sixth row desks, was an ashtray with a small black dot of blood on its blunt round corner. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. She was a woman now to the tips of her fingers; she had said good-bye to her girlhood in the old garden four years and a quarter ago.
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