She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. Her arms and feet were uncovered, and of almost skeleton thinness. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. She felt conscious of her nipples becoming visibly erect under the tight t-shirt and wished that she owned a thicker brassiere. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had her own babies. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. ‘As for you—’ ‘Do not address me. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. I am out of your life forever, never having been in it. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. He was going to settle I forget how many millions upon me, and I think that I was dazzled.
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