The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. When she finished her last cadence, Carolyn and Thomas begged her to play encores. She spoke with a certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man who sat listening. ’ ‘Even if they militiamen weren’t there, miss,’ cautioned her cavalier, ‘you couldn’t go marching into the house open like. Their flitting hands were always touching. Yet there was nothing for her to do. She is a fortune-teller and a vessel for man’s pleasure. So says your capitaine. Her back had stiffened, and her hazel eyes looked steadfastly ahead. It’s on the horse.
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