‘Don’t be silly. \" He mumbled, his eyes on her breasts. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground. ‘Will you let be?’ Instead she grasped his hand tighter. America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed.
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