As much as she
hated the past, the present was equally bad at absorbing one in its
reality. She had now become his wife because she was with him at
present. His wife had been relegated as one force that had brought them
together because she was not immediately accessible nor was she sexual.
"Oh," she said disinterestedly. She rolled the dice with more force and
moved her token from the present to the future. "I'll take that
railroad," she said. Still she couldn't help being influenced by him
and for a couple seconds she was absorbed in that immediate past. That
day had been good but strange. After Noppawan had taken her shopping at
Chatuchok Market for clothing, they briefly went into the Butterfly
Farm and Insect Museum (a neutral alternative to the deleterious
proposal of Siriaj Hospital's dead people museum that made Porn gasp).
The butterflies were fine. She enjoyed seeing their colors flittering
around the caged park although the encasement of dead insects in the
adjacent room was not to her liking. The face bug with its human
camouflage on its back was for her as frightening as it was fascinating
to Noppawan.
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