She vacuumed furiously wearing a dancer's costume from years earlier. He watched her with pity, following the black eye of the sucking wand as its noise pulsed through the living room. What hideous blooming pants these were: tied at the ankles with thick bands that held each drape of the fabric snug to her bare feet, both legs then further tied together so that unrestrained movement, a battement or leap impossible to execute. She felt tied to the earth, this linted carpet, and longed for a broom that would be quiet, that would shoo him away from her vision.
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