“It’s—private. ” Obediently, Lucy placed the stone upon the mausoleum. She felt sticky and ashamed when he dropped her off a block away from the McCloskey house as she had requested. Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. "You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat.
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