![]() I, for one, have always disliked the German woman. She stood on the wooden porch in her slippers, watching, her arms in their gray ravelled sweater-sleeves folded across her fat stomach, her slip hanging an inch below the figured cotton housedress she always wore. ![]() She always regarded her with a certain amount of suspicion. I think the German woman was glad to see her go. A man came along and offered to help her, rather a pleasant-looking man, but I have told her never to accept help from strangers. The moving was accomplished with a minimum of difficulty: she managed to get everything into the two suitcases and was able to carry them herself for the three blocks that separate the old place from the new one. ![]() The War in the Bathroom Monday Late this afternoon she moved out of the old place into the new one. ![]() Margaret Atwood Dancing Girls and other stories Copyright © 1977, 1982 by O. ![]()
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