Melusine did not attempt to speak. She thought of the smiles she would gather when she brought forth his first grandson. Between Canton and Hartford two giants had risen, invisible but menacing— Fear and Doubt. Michelle had warned her of the girl, calling her “Bitchster”. She had, poor inexperienced fool, given herself away. “Like what, Lucy?” She saw the panic threaten to overtake him.
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