‘Our husbands are the cloth with which we hide our nakedness.’I do not reply. It's usually better not to, when she talks like this. Anyway, I know she's not finished yet.‘Our husbands are the cloth with which we hide our nakedness,’ she repeats. ‘No matter who you are, no matter what you have, when you don’t have that cloth, people will point at you and say, 'there she goes again, naked.' And you? You will be ashamed’I drop the melon …
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The Valentine Gift
The first thought I had when I woke up that morning was not that it was Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day had long since ceased to excite me. It had disappointed me too often to mean much to me anymore.My first thought was of Kenny and the fact that he was moving away tomorrow. I had been counting the days with growing foreboding. Kenny was my closest friend, close as in we lived in the same building, close as in we really were best friends, close …