Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. Gerald exchanged a puzzled glance with his friend. On the contrary, it was impossible to look at him without perceiving that his resolution was unshaken. She let out a delighted laugh. I’m a soldier, you see. Mrs.
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