In the center of the room, Mona sat on a stool, staring at a very large canvas before her. Her brush was poised in midair. She seemed afraid to touch the surface. She didn't say anything to Robert, but looked over at Gary, then back at the white surface. Her face didn't move, only her eyes darted back and forth.
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The mother gasped for air. Mariamma saw all the meek women, standing in mute submission to the ways of the world — no say, no action. In a sudden burst of outrage and bravery, she thundered, "Out, all of you. Don't crowd around her."
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