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"
It
’
s
like
those
wild
duck
.
It
’
s
suburban
,
it
’
s
stale
,
it
’
s
dead
,
it
’
s
.
.
.
oh
,
everything
square
that
ever
was
.
You
know
?
"
I
think
you
’
d
better
be
mother
,
I
said
.
Then
it
was
strange
,
she
smiled
just
like
she
was
going
to
laugh
,
and
then
she
stopped
and
turned
and
went
into
her
room
,
where
I
followed
with
the
tray
.
She
poured
out
the
tea
,
but
something
had
made
her
angry
,
you
could
see
.
She
wouldn
’
t
look
at
me
.
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
offend
you
,
I
said
.
"
I
suddenly
thought
of
my
family
.
They
won
’
t
be
laughing
over
jolly
cups
of
tea
this
evening
.
"
Four
weeks
,
I
said
.
"
Don
’
t
remind
me
of
it
!
"
She
was
just
like
a
woman
.
Unpredictable
.
Smiling
one
minute
and
spiteful
the
next
.
She
said
,
"
You
’
re
loathsome
.
And
you
make
me
loathsome
.
"
It
won
’
t
be
long
.
