Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. Her wedding gown! She wondered if the spirit of the unknown mother looked down upon her. "Come along, Mrs. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. But if you wish to do old Wood a friendly turn, you may bring his wife. “I get that a lot.
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