” Lucy considered the irony that Michelle had spent seventeen years waiting to escape the suburban existence she had always longed to live. But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. Prison was bleak without spaciousness, and pervaded by a faint, oppressive smell; and she had to wait two hours in the sullenly defiant company of two unclean women thieves before a cell could be assigned to her. ” “There is great deal more,” she answered coldly. My boys are all Sandwich Island born.
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