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Chapter Five-2
He has a point. Like the women here, I found them to be very unoriginal. They probably share recipes, he told me. I thought he was joking. This was before I realized he wasn’t. I felt terror rising. I felt like maybe I have judged things all wrong. “They don’t have cooks?” “Some of them do,” he said. “But women in The Village take pride in caring for their families. Especially those who’ve been around a while.” I felt my stomach drop. Tom studied me for a second. “Don’t worry,” he promised. “It takes some getting used to. Human beings are selfish by nature. But…I’m sure you’ll fit in in no time.” It felt like a dig. “I don’t know what to do with myself,” I tell Tom one evening when I find myself waiting at the door for him to come home. “It just feels so remote living out here. May
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