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” John’s father added, “I came home to find Carolyn in a panic and fire trucks outside my son’s bedroom. She was standing there, smiling at the audience as at her friends. Lucy vomited onto the floor at the sight of her mother dying, the black spots expanding across her corpse. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to death. Anna watched her with curious eyes. Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified.
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