The dressmaker is about to leave with her day-old loaf when the woman in the bakery suddenly, impulsively, opens her mouth to say something. Her first thought is to say that her husband is an idiot, flour costs too much, they cheat you revoltingly at all the stores, the weather is disgusting, it's amazingly what foolish things people think of in the name of love these days, and go parading it all over the place, too; but all those things are so plain and ugly and flat. She wants to say something that will make the dressmaker stay, something that will make her want to say. Their eyes meet over Lise's hesitation. "My husband is an idiot," she says. The dressmaker settles against the counter, ready to listen.
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The dressmaker is about to leave with her day-old loaf when the woman in the bakery suddenly, impulsively, opens her mouth to say something. Her first thought is to say that her husband is an idiot, flour costs too much, they cheat you revoltingly at all the stores, the weather is disgusting, it's amazingly what foolish things people think of in the name of love these days, and go parading it all over the place, too; but all those things are so plain and ugly and flat. She wants to say something that will make the dressmaker stay, something that will make her want to say. Their eyes meet over Lise's hesitation.
"My husband is an idiot," she says.
The dressmaker settles against the counter, ready to listen.