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Her husband stared at her over the candle flame. ” She gestured to an abandoned farmhouse down a long stretch of icy dirt road. We were two people with a craving. She had not gone by the name Lucy during those years but instead had called herself “Mary Lucia Iovelli”. He knocked at the door. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him. ***** October.
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