There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. She battled with a deadly faintness, and she tottered rather than walked back to her seat. Then he threw the letter at me. “I don’t think you can have heard me, Vee,” he said, with intensely controlled fury. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. From a bi-secting street came shouting and music. This is also the ragged edge of the world, too. An ugly flush stained his cheeks. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. It isn’t.
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