But she did not know what he knew, that it would always be rolling up, enlivened by suggestion, no matter how trifling. Her face scarcely reflected his enthusiasm. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. Worse than any man. ’ ‘That was not what I had in mind. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. To my loving parents and brothers, and my Aunts, Gail and Barb.
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