She recognized the cloth at once, waylaid him, and with that directness of speech particularly hers she explained what she wanted. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. “You’re so cute. It was supposed he was drowned in crossing the river, as his body had never been found. But I want to know what you are doing. It is for that reason that this novel begins with her there, and neither earlier nor later, for it is the history of this crisis and its consequences that this novel has to tell.
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