In the darkness of the shop, the unfurled fabric of the sky glowed too brightly to look at directly. She had to put her monocle’s sun lens down whenever she got close to it. When her gloved fingers slid over it she had no doubt that it was the smoothest surface she’d ever touched.
I want to argue with the homeowner, but I know it will get me nowhere. Instead I close my fist around the hard stones he gave me and walk away. ‘Be thankful the ingrates paid at all,’ Aksá would say. Usha always underpaid us. Aksá said I would get used to it, but I have been working two summers now and still I am angry. I have been working two summers now and I am more angry than ever.
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