- If I had another man, I would cheat on him all the time, a voice said assertively.
No objection, no disgust. No surprise.
- I really would, it confirmed with growing displeasure. Cheat on him, I mean.
Cheat, cheat, cheat...
An ongoing chatter. A slanting woodpile. Three figures on top if it. Air thick with mosquitoes. The evening of St. John's Day. AD 2010.
- Really, I would.
Cheat, she means. On another man.
With another man.
A girl who is not even a decade old.
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