In the artificial light her skin had the tint and lustre of a yellow pearl. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. During the week, her uniform was the blue and white scrubs of a nurse, the job she had suffered at for twenty-seven years. Marina doted over her pregnant daughter, adorned in fine brocades, reassuring her that it was certain to be a either a baby boy or a girl of such great beauty she would eclipse them both. Then, her body still tense with the atoms of anger, she sat down upon the edge of the bed and rocked from side to side.
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