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She dreads him and yet loves him so that they’re not a sin. She feels that there was a race and that it is still in progress and that she will not win. The plane comes taxing in and she gulps at the sight of its fin. Her face is not done and her hair’s a mess and she feels as if she’s gone in for a test even though they are kin. Luggage seems to revolve and she sees his suitcase and his brief case she picks them up with a grin.
He sees her as the woman that was once young and full of life now she’s just his wife not a stand-in. He now looks her over like she’s a piece for auction and sees her body is not a paragon of physical discipline. His eyes traverse to his two children who are standing like a pole and a pumpkin. His relief at the sight of his son is apparent to his daughter who feels that she is like a used napkin.