“But your sister?” he asked. He stabbed a kitchen knife between her ribs. “I’ve been playing since I was five, Lucy! You’re just more talented than I am. . ’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by flogging her back with a switch. ***** October. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint.
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