( She is not a creature of hesitations, not one to meander. She recovers herself, from the fractures, the pieces, the shapeless debris. Sitting on one of the generous sofas, she pats the cushion beside her once, then again, in invitation. )
Whatever the cost, whatever the compromise. I can recover from poverty, indignity or ruin. Not from death.
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Whatever the cost, whatever the compromise. I can recover from poverty, indignity or ruin. Not from death.