. And then scratched it out and wrote instead, “Gérard”. The babies that the woman—your wife—refused to stop creating. “No Christmas dinner,” she said, “or anything nice! One doesn’t even know what you are doing. 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. ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. It was you! It was exactly you, but it was probably the photo they thought it was your mother! I dug it up after combing the Reader’s Guide To Periodical Literature for like, six hours straight. But, when the sound of the carriage-wheels died away, and he felt that she was actually gone, his resolution failed him, and he rang the bell violently. It isn't friendly as I thought it would be.
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