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As usual, when she confronted the world about one of its problems, the world suggested that the problem was Joan.
she has one of those brains that attacks itself unless it’s completing a difficult task.
Blandine forbids self-pity, but she permits rage.
when the land can sprout nothing else, it sprouts suburbia.
She always felt perversely good during a crisis; a crisis justified the panic that rattled the cage of her body at least once a month.
Sixty-two years later, Reggie squints at Ida’s white hair, flooded with affection, pity, fear. The blend, he supposes, amounts to love.
