Chapter 33

• “I glide with Ofglen along the sidewalk; the pair of us , and in front of us another pair, and across the street another.
• “We must look good from a distance: picturesque, like Dutch milkmaids on a wallpaper frieze”
• Not a dandelion in sight here, the lawns are picked clean.
• “a huge banner draped over its door – WOMEN’S PRAYVAGANZA TODAY. The banner covers the building’s former name, some dead President they shot.”
• “GOD IS A NATIONAL RESOURCE”
• Standing in our twos and twos and twos
• “Attendance at Prayvaganzas isn’t compulsory for them, especially if they’re on duty or have young children, but the galleries seem to be filling up anyway.”
• “A number of Wives are already seated, in their best embroidered blue.”
• "This rope segregates us, marks us off, keeps the others from contamination by us [...] kneeling then on the cement floor.
• “[Janine’s] face is white, peaked, as if the juice is being sucked out of her.”
• “It was a shredder after all”
• in her veil of untouchability, of bad luck.
• But people will do anything rather than admit their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No plot.
• “They aren’t squeamish, they don’t have the same feelings we do.”
• “My name’s Janine. I’m your waitperson this morning. Can I get you some coffee to begin with?”
• “Get back here, she said. Get right back here! You can’t stay there, you aren’t there anymore. That’s all gone.”