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“Dusya is going to steal your husband.”
“Shteal??” Dusya asks to make sure.
“What?” Manya’s totally on fire now, like a match put to
discarded flax waste. “Dusya?”
“See, if that jack were on the right side, then something
could miscarry, but when the jack is on the left… With the
nine of spades on top yet. The outcome is totally certain.
Later she’ll give him back,” Laura comforts her.
Laura wants to finish, because she senses that she has got
entangled and in too deep, has lied through her teeth and
talked a lot of rot, and hasn’t eaten breakfast. Just that
cuckoo’s mouthful. Laura anticipates her soul’s destruction
and wreckage.
“The cards no longer want to talk,” she announces. “Do you
want me to lay out some Solitaire for you?”
Rita’s mama doesn’t want her to, she’s got a lot to think
over. But Manya does. How will Dusya steal and how will
she give back her husband? Manya also says a couple of
vulgar words about Dusya. Dusya doesn’t understand
anything, because that
sobachiy yazik –
dog’s language she’s
certainly not going to learn! Besides she doesn’t have any
semushkas
, which could revive her spirit. Just indolent