During the week, her uniform was the blue and white scrubs of a nurse, the job she had suffered at for twenty-seven years. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. You have made your public, you are already a personage. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha.
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