Hurricane Season by Fernanda Melchor

"girls all washed up before their time, carried in from some far-flung dump on the same breeze that whipped up the plastic bags, leaving them wrapped around the sugar cane; women tired of life, women who, from one day to the next, would realise they no longer had it in them to reinvent themselves with every man they met, women who chuckled chipped-tooth chuckles to themselves when they recalled the dreams they'd once had ..."


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