Anna sat with the face of a Sphinx— waiting. Her wedding gown! She wondered if the spirit of the unknown mother looked down upon her. ‘I have Joan to tell me how much I look like Mary. But Jack did not heed them. She was consumed by misery and hate. ‘So it would appear. Daily contact with actual human beings all the more inclined her toward the imaginative. Too close, he reasoned, for safety. “You’re. ” Annabel clutched her sister’s hands. " "Robbed him!" screamed the widow. Whether they are loved or unloved has no bearing upon this desire to test their wings, to try this new adventure, to take this leap into the dark.
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