Heathenish. I heard the word, and looked up. “Pardon?” “It’s one of our greatest challenges here. They won’t distinguish between the wanton and the pure. They just treasure things because they’re old, like those Heian poetesses.” he way Miss Starkweather pronounced the word, as if it were a disease, made me want to laugh. I felt brazen and worldly all day, acutely conscious of my body as I slid my door open that night.
