He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. I'm a stickler about clothes and clean chins. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind. “Dear friend,” she said, “do not magnify me into a physiological problem. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table.
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