After a long fifteen seconds, she
pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face
from the close angle, his nose huge and out of
perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls. She never had been much of a looker,
but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. She had to wear cream and
a brown sash and a short frock and her hair down, and Gwen cream and a brown
sash and a long skirt and her hair up. She clasped her hands over her mouth in a silent scream. I
was bawling so hard that the Nurse took pity on me and
slipped me two Children’s Tylenol. Ann Veronica snatched at the opportunity, and spent most of the intervening time
in the Assyrian Court of the British Museum, reading and thinking over a little
book upon the feminist movement the tired woman had made her buy. Her tears dissipated as she began to convulse,
completely devoid of any spare fluid.
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