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The pale nuns of St. Joseph are here in groups, on the island of the just arrived from having been somewhere else and will be leaving soon without scars. There are really four islands here 5 but the others are simply ignored. No one has thought to ask why, not...
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The pale nuns of St. Joseph are here in groups, on the island of the just arrived from having been somewhere else and will be leaving soon without scars. There are really four islands here 5 but the others are simply ignored. No one has thought to ask why, not Faustino, his wife, the children the others, or even these white nuns not in a Christian place, prison islands 10 inherited from the lepers who decomposed. On this particular island the family makes a living, and this is their punishment. A burden placed in the hands of Faustino the poor man who kills. 15 This place is the physical moment for which the nuns are Easter lilies. White is the frayed habits of the young women who will not be women here. He is too young, never married 20 who feels the two pains: north, he could have no woman, here he could, and had none. He erased the laughing, his own laughing that echoed—he said came— 25 from the mouths of those around him with the needle in his leg sometimes even though his pants when he felt that way he felt, crying pain he called wife, 30 Because of his soft noises then he sometimes was loaned Mrs. Marez. Faustino let him, thank you Faustino, and when she left, whore! to Mrs. Marez. He knew the truth which was dreaming 35 to leave this place to do again what made his father proud who, carefully, had shown him now. White is the coldest color handed down from old to new like one photograph, 40 like the story of the child martyrs or the stale candies said to be blessed. The man in the suit did not care. His wife who did not come here suffered from the embarrassment 45 of marriage with the one too formal for this frivolous place because he could be nothing else, too important to have liked his name, to have liked the boys 50 who were everywhere smiling at him. Fresco Peach, the name he invented. It reminded him of something American western, Frisco Pete, something tough but not quite 55 and that is better. He stayed inside so no one would laugh here, and never told his name to a woman. A man is ugly, he says to himself, a man then suddenly stops running. 60