The panel in the bookcase. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. She had found a couple of articles about him over the years, blurbs about the opening of a theater that mentioned him. ‘I’ve had enough of this. The house had in fact been converted into a convent, but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed in this part of town. Neither of them believed me.
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