I did not have to dig deep in my imagination to create the status-obsessed suburban environment of Lucy’s modern milieu. She hoped the lights would become hot enough to melt her into the floor. It was Annabel who spoke. "It'll ease your mind. You are—horrible. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. ‘I did not send you a card because in the normal way of things you rarely attend such affairs.
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