CHAPTER XV. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. I wished to control the weather, to possess infinite wealth, and to understand the substances of the earth. She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors.
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