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BUT LET ME DESCRIBE what Edith was wearing on that day we boarded Flight 919 from Casablanca to Melilla, where, fifty or so hours later, she was supposed to be married: a pale-blue cotton blouse with white threading and sanded wood buttons, an oatmeal wool skirt, a camel's-hair coat folded over her arm, cabled stockings, and a pair of sturdy leather schoolgirl shoes, because my sister believed in the erotic possibilities of cloddish, thick-knit, nubbled apparel. Read the first page
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