She looked in the glass over and over as she checked for lint and makeup streaks. She saw her aunt in tears, her father white-faced and hard hit. “I want you to kiss me,” she said. He could have easily forced it, but preferred a more expeditious mode of reaching the roof which suggested itself to him. What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. “Queer letters he writes,” she said.
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