The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. She found herself trying on the baubles he brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss it. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. “Are you speaking to me?” she asked calmly. I suppose I ought to have been a man. .
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