"She was conscious of it too, Emma thought, as she watched her host squirt sunblock into her palms to rub into her darkest areas:
elbows, knees, the tops of her shoulders. It made her wonder: if Amena could wear that white dress and blue apron, would she still look so regal?"
"She watched Amena struggle to eat as snot dripped down her nose and her eyes turned watery,
moisture sticking to her dark lashes, making them look full and long."
"They would build a fort out of pillows and blankets and come out only when Robin’s stomach grumbled for dinner."
"He says something that she cannot hear over the sound of the rain. But the locking of the gate as he turns away makes the message clear."
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