Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Offred and Ofglen stroll together down a warm, humid summer street, each carrying a basket of strawberries and fish bought from the rarely‑open Loaves and Fishes shop. They reminisce about a long‑closed ice‑cream store and its pastel flavours, noting how quickly the city’s storefronts change. Their walk brings them to the Wall, which today is empty of bodies; they linger, looking at the red bricks, searchlights, barbed wire and hooks, and Offred silently imagines that Luke might be hidden somewhere behind the Wall, recalling the university buildings that once stood there and the library’s vaulted interior with its angel and war murals.

Continuing, they pass a row of shuttered shops and arrive at the franchise “Soul Scrolls.” Through its shatter‑proof window they watch the “Holy Rollers,” a bank of prayer‑printing machines that churn out rolls of paper bearing one of five preset prayers (health, wealth, death, birth, sin). Each machine bears a golden eye and wings; the rolls are recycled after printing. Offred tries to recall what the shop sold before it became Soul Scrolls, suspecting it was lingerie. While watching the machines, Ofglen’s reflected face meets Offred’s in the glass for the first time; they share an unbroken stare, and Ofglen whispers a treasonous question about whether God hears the machines. Offred replies “No,” and they exchange a brief, tentative confession that they both find some kind of faith in the ritual, comparing it to Tibetan prayer wheels. They talk quietly about safety, agreeing that the window offers a disguised place to “pray” without attracting attention, and they adjust their gait, heads bent, as they resume walking.

Approaching the main street, they notice a higher than usual crowd of women in coloured dresses and men in uniforms or civilian suits, as well as a traffic jam of Whirlwinds and other cars. A black van marked with a white‑winged eye logo slows down, and two men in grey suits – identified as Eyes – leap out of its rear doors. The Eyes seize a passing man carrying a briefcase, brutally incapacitate him, and shove his limp body into the van like a sack before the doors shut and the vehicle pulls away. Offred feels an immediate, cold shock but also relief that she was not the target. The street traffic resumes as if nothing had happened, leaving Offred and Ofglen to continue their silent, cautious walk back toward the barrier.