crackles and booms and thunders them into a magical exchange of rolesthe shawl wraps itself fully around dalores and she plunges , melts , rains and puddles on the floorflesh spread in mist of soul : legs and arms posturing softness , yielding and bertha locks her arms across her chest and onto her shoulders , buckles with the grace of a babe faltering upon first walk and lands , settles , plops to languish as rock in her middlewater and stone , stone and waterwater stone stone water ... devoured , the not devourable .