Anyway what Camille would like is the privacy to cry. Pathetic, but the knifish pricks at her eyes and chest are hard to deny, and the taste of blood is seeping up from the roof of her mouth to befoul her brain. That it was biting especially — there's an ironic angle to it somewhere. Amma would be laughing at her.
But the man isn't moving. And he isn't cowed, either. Camille sits stone faced in the audacity of it.]
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Anyway what Camille would like is the privacy to cry. Pathetic, but the knifish pricks at her eyes and chest are hard to deny, and the taste of blood is seeping up from the roof of her mouth to befoul her brain. That it was biting especially — there's an ironic angle to it somewhere. Amma would be laughing at her.
But the man isn't moving. And he isn't cowed, either. Camille sits stone faced in the audacity of it.]
"Someone." But not you?