She reloaded. ‘Can you not open it?’ she cried. Most people, every one I know else, seem to have mated with foreigners and to talk uneasily in unfamiliar tongues, to be afraid of the knowledge the other one has, of the other one’s perpetual misjudgment and misunderstandings. Cathy and Shari toiled over boiling pots of potatoes, candied sweet potatoes with orange rind, corn casserole, and almond green beans. She was with these movements—akin to them, she felt it at times intensely—and yet something eluded her. One of his converted Kanakas dropped in one day.
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