Although I could not communicate with her because I was speechless I lay in my bed, staring at her, and trying to warn her of the veneer of peace and pleasantness, the brightness of the bedspreads and the sun-frocked people outside; I tried to say beware the room is laid with traps and hung with hooks.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Faces in the Water - Pg 67
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