Even that he was an interfering person, if he walked through that door this moment, she would fling herself at him and weep all over his chest. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. “But why, Lucy? Who is it 145 that you are trying to hide from? John?” Lucy closed her eyes in earnest. “My mom is making duck. ” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. . “Call me Cathy, John. ‘I ain’t done nothing wrong, I swear it. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time. ” She was able to go straight to her room without delay, and she at once locked the door with a little sigh of relief.
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