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t drove into them).
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In Pappachi’s studymounted butterflies and moths had disintegrated into small
heaps of iridescent dust that powdered the bottom of their glass display casesleaving
the pins that had impaled them ##########. Cruel. The room was rank with fungus and
disuse. An old neon-green hula hoop hung from a wooden peg on the walla huge
saint’s discarded halo. A column of shining black ants walked across a windowsill
their bottoms tilted upwardslike a line of mincing chorus girls in a Busby Berkeley
musical silhouetted against the sun. Butted and beautiful. Rahel (on a stoolon top of
a table) rummaged in a book cupboard with dulldirty glass panes. Her bare foot-
prints were clear in the dust on the floor. They led from the door to the table
(dragged to the bookshelf) to the stool (dragged to the table and lifted onto it). She
was looking for something. Her life had a-size and a shape now. She had half-moons
under her eyes and a team of trolls on her horizon. On the top shelfthe leather bind-
ing on Pappachi’s set of The Insect Wealth of India had lifted off each book and
buckled like corrugated asbestos. Silverfish tunneled through the pagesburrowing ar-
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