Jun
18
Song in Plaster: Gal Costa, “Baby”
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“You’re a bastard,” Jeannie-Marie said to the dog following her. The dog pricked up his ears at her in expectation, watching her hands as she patted them against her thighs, a favorite gesture of exasperation for Jeannie-Marie which the dog did not recognize.
The Bead rolled along at Jeannie-Marie’s feet. She had not yet realized that the dog and the Bead both had reason to follow her. She did not yet know that the Bead was following her. The bead was a turquoise stone which had been cut into the shape of a bead in the middle of two centuries ago. It did not possess a mind, which would be ridiculous. But still, it followed Jeannie-Marie. It was just one of those things. The dog was also one of those things.
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