“If we were to listen to the soul, not of you or me, but of this time, these months and days, what would we hear?” he asks
From the safety of her bed, Bilhah listens. In the distance, there’s the sound of jackals howling. She throws off her cover and stands, barefoot on the stone floor. She walks over to the window and throws open the shutters.
“Do you think that the work tent will become more bearable as the autumn nears?”
Elvira gives a long sigh. Bilhah studies her. She can never tell if Elvira is being genuine or not. “It will get cold. Then colder. There was talk of using an abandoned building. But it’s a walk, near where the building is taking place.”
“The building of the wall?”
“Mmmm.” Elvira pulls her blanket closer.
“You mean, you have seen it?”
“Of course. It was the first place I went to explore.”
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