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How she wore clothes

She loved to find things at used clothes stores. There was a place in rural Pennsylvania that had dresses that fit her as if they had been tailored just for her. The owner loved the way she looked so much that she gave her a discount. She looked a little like Lauren Bacall with the tightly fitted dress of pale brown linen.
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How Dina Aunty relished her memories. Mummy and Daddy were the same, talking about their yesterdays and smiling in that sad-happy way while selecting each picture, each frame from the past, examining it lovingly before it vanished again in the mist. But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be re-created—not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

> From A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry