Lucy did her best to avoid talking about it, but the subject was beguiling, as it almost always brought news about him from the grapevine within which Michelle was intravenously entwined. “Dear friend,” she said, “do you not think that you are breaking an unspoken compact? I am very sorry. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame. Let us walk about. It is customary even where an agreement is drawn.
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