CHAPTER 6
PART XXI
CHAPTER VI
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The basin kept on slipping from the bed. She could see its pattern -- reddish flowers and green leaves and curlykews -- under the splashings of mustard and water. She felt as if it must slip from her fingers and be broken. When she pressed it tighter to the edge of the mattress the rim struck against Papa's breast.
He lay stretched out on the big yellow birchwood bed. The curtains were drawn back, holding the sour smell of sickness in their fluted folds.