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Updated: July 22, 2025
Meyer Lanich came down from his table and drew down the wide yellow shade and shut out the night. No more stray customers to enter. He turned the key of the door. He had his back to the door, seeing his work and his child who now sat vacant upon the floor and grimed her eyes with her fists too sleepy to hunt play seeing his wife. He sought to see this woman who was his wife.
The automatic bell clangs. There in the open door was a dark tall woman customer. Esther stood, too. She felt she was shorter and less tidy: more beautiful though. Two women across the tailor-shop, seeing each other. "I came for my husband's for Mr. Breddan's dress suit. Mr. Lanich told him it would be ready at seven?" Esther Lanich moved, Sophie Breddan stood.
"How much is it?" After a decent bedtime. Does she think I care about this? "Oh, no hurry. Better come in and pay my Mr. Lanich. Any time." The clang of the bell. Esther is seated. Her grey tilted eyes seem sudden to stand upon the farther wall of her husband's shop, and to look upon her.
Behold her child changing let her sit for ever upon her seat of tears let her lay like fire to her breast this endless vision of her child changing unto the world. Meyer Lanich moves, putting away the trousers he has patched. O Lord, why must I sew so many hours in order to reap my pain?
With shoulder and stomach she swings her arm backward and pulls. The duck spurts, bobbing its green long head against her leg. She plays. The boy on his knees with soiled thick drawers showing between his stockings and his pants plays with her. Meyer Lanich did not cease from work, nor his woman from silence. His face was warm in pleasure, watching his child who had a toy and a playmate.
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