Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. She got out of bed, her eyes still half-closed, and stood slack jawed. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. I can’t do it even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my clothes. But what else he saw fit to teach her I do not care to stipulate. ‘That is my mother.
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