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Ten years after she gave him away the idea of having another child came up. They were twenty-six, both of them. “The difficult period” was already ostensibly behind them. They wanted to turn a new page. There was a smell of cigarettes in the house, the walls breathed in the smoke day and night. Breathed it out. They decided to quit. They quit. For a month or two. They painted the walls white. And she tried to get pregnant. But the walls coughed. The walls were giving up smoking. Black walls. Suffocating walls. Black lung-walls. Coal. They had various copper vessels full to the brim. Ashtrays. The house wouldn’t let her.

Every day she went downstairs and tipped all the stubs into the garbage. Knocked the copper against the bin. But when she went up again the stench would hit her in the stairwell.