1. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. They mean something. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute. “He was no help to the police, just babbled on about how he was going to marry your Mom and how he was in love with her, that they he had lost his true love, Michelle insisted on repeating that to me, ‘He lost his true love. You know that I am practically destitute, without means or any certain knowledge of where my next meal is coming from. ‘Therefore she cannot be the daughter of Suzanne Valade.
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