"I understand," she said. You have darkened your eyebrows, you have even changed your style of dress. Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone. It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman. See!" she added, tearing the rag from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once. ” Lucy considered the irony that Michelle had spent seventeen years waiting to escape the suburban existence she had always longed to live.
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