" It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. The children made us slaves, and the men took advantage of it. Then she dropped the curtain and stepped back into the room. ” “What is there to be feared?” he asked her quietly. ” She shook her head. ” She gave him a Marboro which he lit with a Zippo with an American flag on it.
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