For a week, the leper had been haunting her. He kept pushing himself along on his wheeled cart, using his stumpy arms like paddles, trying to avoid the blue station wagon that was backing out of the parking lot. From where she was standing at the door of the beauty parlour, she could look up Janpat …
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