Brown engaged in the usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. ‘Precisely. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. The ladies can't sleep in their beds for him; and as to the men, they daren't go to bed at all. He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. Her mother had prepared her for everything. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. .
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