if she'd been born at the right
time they would have burned her over in Salem --
From the third slot I look straight up this aisle to the
meat counter
The fat one
The sheep
the girls
were walking against the usual traffic
You could see them, when
Queenie's white shoulders dawned on them, kind of jerk, or hop, or
hiccup, but their eyes snapped back to their own baskets and on they
pushed.