A toddler girl in a pink sweater is attempting to wipe a chalkboard writing off with her hand.
A little girl is trying to erase a chalkboard with her hand.
I reached a point in reading The Complete Stories where the arrival of a new young woman in any given story made me roll my eyes--not because Malamud's masculine reveries are particularly scandalous, but because the reveries seem scandalously inadequate to the cosmic hintings of his other stories.