She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. They were sharp and dripping with black blood. Prudence was the substance and Angelina the shadow; for Angelina never offered opinions, she only agreed with those advanced by Prudence. It will take a month to clean up. “I hope you have not come for that. No, no! Not now!" Ruth turned abruptly and walked toward the bungalow, mounted the veranda steps, and vanished within. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock.
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