It was not the type of household where one could come and go at all hours, for this she was glad. With her lived a Mrs. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones.
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