"Time to dress for dinner," said Ruth from behind the curtain. ” Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood, her eyes closed as if meditating. Haven’t I ever told you about them?” Michelle asked. She came originally of country stock, and had been virtually in sole charge of Melusine almost from the hour of her birth—a thankless task, as Melusine had heard her bemoan countless times, with the rider that she had carried it out with a conspicuous lack of success. And, also, she wanted to borrow that money. “So I see that you have become content with your hardscrabble existence, your week-to-week survival, your Martin Chen!” “Who?” “Your limp-wristed lover!” “Um.
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