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Lolita – a vignette
Lolita was from Tulita, but if you asked she came from Cambridge Bay. Neither was her name really Lolita and she told even fewer people that. It didn’t matter when you were a dancer, so long as you appeared exotic. That always kept the men entranced, young labourers and journeymen, down from the rock, earning their keep from the black of the sands. They worked long hours and long rotations, they needed to unwind in their proper time. Sleep, binge, rest with the family, to each his own. She entertained them for their money.
The quiet dignity she felt alone, peaceful at night in her warm bed was a thin shroud not even the harshest crowd could unveil.
