When the word “FREAK” appeared scratched in the persimmon colored paint on her locker, she knew that in some fragile young woman’s mind a war had escalated from imaginary to physical. The first peg was torture. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. The nuns, they were very good with a whip. My heart would speak if it could, for it is very full. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. A young man was playing the banjo.
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