We meant to make it dinner and a theatre, but you were not home. Everything was done in a genteel and ordinary way, but on the other hand, there was no lingering. The wards on the right were occupied by male patients, on the left by the female. Michelle walked up the concrete porch steps, gesturing to Lucy to do the same. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. I didn’t think—I don’t know what I thought.
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