“Okay. Instead, her husband was probably wise. She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. " "I don't know. I was the black sheep, I was hurried out of the way. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. “Why would she do that? Why does she care? That’s a waste of her time.
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