” Lucy considered the irony that Michelle had spent seventeen years waiting to escape the suburban existence she had always longed to live. ‘Yes, only that this consolation he had found before he married my mother. He did so care for you. He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. ” She felt, with a sudden horror, that she might weep. We don’t consider each other; we needn’t.
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