She packed her things, then ran a mile to Julian’s apartment. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. Born on a South Sea island, she said. He could not tell by the look of her whether she was glad or sorry that presently she would be free. There are no funerals among the poor, only burials.
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