Every other wall comprised bookcases, except where the doors appeared. She pointed across the road. Alcohol— would you believe it?—steadies his nerves and keens his brain: which is against the laws of gravitation, you might say. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. ToC Mrs. ‘Couldn’t even trouble to make a pretence of motherhood.
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