It was a look that accorded very well with the hayloft setting that had come to mind. Framed in one of the square ports of the packet was a face which reminded Ah Cum of a Japanese theatrical mask. She gathered stones to place upon the makeshift grave. Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the door. The class laughed, a few putting their hands to their foreheads in a military salute to mock her.
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