She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. The wings stopped. I am out of your life forever, never having been in it. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. “Please, Michelle, let’s not fight.
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