from the short story:
...Linda Burnell could not possibly held a lump of a child...
The fat creaking body leaned across the gate, and the big jelly of a face smiled.
Long pencil rays of sunlight shone through and the wavy shadow of a bush outside danced on the gold lines.
...she heard the silence spinning its soft endless web...
Linda looked up at the fat swelling plant with its cruel leaves and fleshy stem.
...and the lamp made a big soft bubble of light on the ceiling.
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