” She glanced at Brendon, who stood by her side, tall and threatening. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. We are not animals. She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step. 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. Of this I'm certain, however, she was much too good for him, and was never meant to be a journeyman carpenter's wife, still less what is she now. Even now I do not understand. Things haven't gone quite as smoothly as I anticipated; but they might have been worse.
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