Ruth wore a printed cotton kimono. ‘You ain’t got nothing on me. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. ‘Pen and paper, do you have them?’ ‘Danged if I have,’ came the truculent response. She held it by the neck and broke the end of the bottle on the hard dirt. Restraining with an effort his intense curiosity, he talked of general subjects only, trying his best to entertain her. CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT Part 1 Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then spring and summer came with a rush together.
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