She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. It is the immediate inspiration of confidence; it alleviates pain, because we know by that smile that pain is soon to leave us; it becomes the bulwark against our depressive thoughts of death; and it is the promise that we still have a long way to go before we reach the Great Terminal. " "And why not, old saltwater?" inquired Ben, turning a quid in his mouth. Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother? With deliberation, he spoke.
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