My Mom’s stomach has a lot of bad scars that make it look all ropy and weird. No matter how many books one read, each was different, as each human being was different. "What would my poor mother say to it?" "I was sorry to see that about your mother, Jack," observed Hogarth. Paintings sold off the walls. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. Miss Garvice repeated again, and almost in the same words she used at every discussion, her contribution to the great question. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart.
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