Lila sat down there, and I strolled around, pretending to go somewhere else
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She took a piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard (now I don’t remember what, I didn’t yet know how to read: so I’m inventing the word) “sun.” Then she asked Lila:
“Cerullo, what is written there?”
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In the classroom a fascinated silence fell.
Menna Abu Zahrahar citeretsidste år
Nunzia shook her head no emphatically.
Menna Abu Zahrahar citeretsidste år
Cerullo, that small dark-haired, dark-eyed child, in a dark smock with a red ribbon at the neck, and only six years old, answered, “Me.”
Menna Abu Zahrahar citeretsidste år
According to Rino, Lila’s older brother, she had learned to read at the age of around three by looking at the letters and pictures in his primer.
Menna Abu Zahrahar citeretsidste år
Her body repulsed me, something she probably intuited. She was a dark blonde, blue-eyed, voluptuous.
Menna Abu Zahrahar citeretsidste år
Certainly she wasn’t happy; the household chores wore her down, and there was never enough money.
Menna Abu Zahrahar citeretsidste år
If, however, I came in second after Lila, I wore a meek expression of acquiescence.
Menna Abu Zahrahar citeretsidste år
I was a pretty little girl with blond curls, happy to show off but not aggressive, and I gave an impression of delicacy that was touching.
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