It was in a low porcelain basin with a crack in the edge. She put it on the table, still carrying that hateful look. Alkmene said round the bread, ‘I’m sorry if you take offence to questions being asked about things that happened here that were not…right. But not everybody has the same opinion about everything. And not everybody is after a sensationalist tale, you know. Maybe we are here in the interest of someone who was treated unfairly and who should, after all those years, be vindicated.’ The woman stared at her as if she didn’t understand what Alkmene was talking about. ‘Just remember what I said,’ she snapped and left the room, dragging the door to a resounding close. ‘It was too obtuse,’ Alkmene said out loud in the empty room. She felt again like she had felt when in school, where the girls had all been well-bred but none had the extensive vocabulary – full of outdated words – that Alkmene had, being raised by her widowed father with his love of ancient textbooks and botany volumes from ages of old.
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