The house was full of aunts, uncles, and cousins meandering about, stuffed until their seams and zippers were bursting. The back of the house had been the Alps for climbing, and the shrubs in front of it a Terai. She heard them diving after her, and noted their starting eyes as they spied the opened panel. She tied the obi clumsily about her waist, then gently laid her hand on the bowed head. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground.
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