He said simply that he wanted her to live at home. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. You understand me, Charcoal. She addresses you as the Flower of the Lotus, as the Resplendent Moonbeam. Clothes. ‘Do not mix yourself in mine, and perhaps you will not die. It looks so French to be affectionate. Here they would be having lunch. He unlocked himself from her embrace. She had never had a real doll. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. She was, by certain signs, charged with anger, but she saw upon the faces of these two young fools the look of angels and an ineffable kindness breathed upon her withered heart.
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