Let’s go up to my room. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. A rock gave way to deep water. She lit the cigarette with a tiny Kelly green drugstore lighter. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. Even as a child she observed how men were haunted 18 by the presence of her mother. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. Now, in her old place, she was doing her best thoroughly to enjoy a most indifferent dinner. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. “Mid-thirties.
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