Like this, or a lapse into paranoia

It sometimes felt like this. Like some document was signed some impossibly long time ago which dictated these present and sometimes unbearable terms.

It sometimes seemed like the husbands had signed too, or at least been given access to the document so that they could, if desired, keep with its dictates concerning her.

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