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Perhaps she had found this new thing in life, the thing wonderful. She always dawdled, so it was easy. She looked, Dorothée said, just as she always looks. As for me, I look twice at it. Life is morality—life is adventure. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. Her mind turned to her own future, the endless trickle of years. I want a walk. Both had lived rather quietly until a scandal had opened up a can of worms for the son, allegations of child abduction, reported sightings of a white van around nearby elementary schools. .
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