" "For every hurt she has, I shall have two. There's a hundred pounds too much. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. There was no mistaking his intentions this time. And you promised to tell me. It was very pretty and very dainty while it lasted, but we played it with our eyes open, and we perfectly understood the game—both of us. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying.
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