His smile faded. ‘Jacques, you have been very much my friend. I did so. The rascal
will be at work before the morning. If you want me, you know where to find me. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your
hand and grip your fingers upon it. Why should you who are queens
come down from your thrones? If you can afford it, WE can’t. I have squeezed three kids into it
afore now. ” She yelled. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. He stabbed a
kitchen knife between her ribs. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet;
from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. It had been
intensified and corrupted by time, as if to add insult to
injury. He thanked God for this talent of his. .
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