She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors. “You know,” he muttered, “you know quite well that your troubles are far more likely to weigh upon me than my own. It was precious for two reasons: it was the photograph of her beautiful mother whom she could not remember, and it would identify her to the aunt in Hartford.
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