‘Point it at me. I’m a hard young woman. His appetite was perfectly Gargantuan. Ann Veronica found herself incompetent, undignified, and detestable, holding on desperately to a hardening antagonism to her father, quarrelling with him, wrangling with him, thinking of repartees—almost as if he was a brother. Go quickly and call him. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. "You who are condemned to die, repent with lamentable tears. She was the first to hear another car approaching from the street, an odd occurrence in an elementary school lot that had been abandoned for the weekend. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. I will not be persecuted in this way by you.
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