for the vacuum bag wailed, puffed half up, hung stubbornly limp. ''This time fix it so it stays; quick before the phone rings and you get too important-busy."
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But while he struggled with the motor, it seethed in him. Why fix it? Why have to bother? And if it can't be fixed, have to wring the mind with how to pay the repair? At the Haven they come in with their own machines to clean your room or your cottage; you fish, or play cards, or make jokes in the sun, not with knotty fingers fight to mend vacuums.
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Over the dishes, coaxingly: "For once in your life, to be free, to have everything done for you, like a queen."
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"No dishes, no garbage, no towel to sop, no worry what to buy, what to eat."
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"And what else would I do with my empty hands? Better to eat at my own table when I want, and to cook and eat how I want."
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"In the cottages they buy what you ask, and cook it how you like. You are the one who always used to say: better mankind born without mouths and stomachs than always to worry for money to buy, to shop, to fix, to cook, to wash, to clean."
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"How cleverly you hid that you heard. I said it then because eighteen hours a day I ran. And you never scraped a carrot or knew a dish towel sops. Now for you and mewho cares? A herring out of a jar is enough. But when I want, and nobody to bother." And she turned off her ear button, so she would not have to hear.
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But as he had no peace, juggling and rejuggling the money to figure: how will I pay for this now?; prying out the storm windows (there they take care of
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